Ordinary

Inspired by Lord of the Rings

In a wooden hut, by the desolate hillside sat a Dwelve. A small gem lightened the small hut, the coloured carpets scattered and piled gave the hut an almost shanty feel. As of currently, The Dwelve was eating some herbs and berries, as he had done, for a long time.

A leather top, and leather bottoms. Fashion was unknown to such a creature along with many things. Its jet-black hair contrasted with its ghostly pale skin and sitting at 4'8 the figure did look somewhat comical.

Within the hut, a bedroom was laid on the right, beyond was a small potted area, filled with delicacies and powders. And even further from that was a large dining room, seats for 20 and tables for all.

The tiny Dwelve had never left the isolated hills, and for good reason. Occasionally howls and roars would erupt from beyond the horizon, sending the short fella into uncontrollable shivers.

But the Dwelve was not uneducated, for a while back. Too long to count, yet not long enough for it to become a forgotten memory a robed man had come to the Dwelve. And left just as surprising as he had come.

With his coming, books and numbers had arrived. The Dwelve, now educated watched in an innocent pause as his teacher left for the horizon beyond the hills.

The hills themselves were odd, it had never rained, never shun with sunlight or been blasted by harsh winds. Rather, the hills were naturally an uncomfortable cold, the type that didn't make you shiver but gave you goosebumps. The long strands of grass along the hill rarely moved, and if they did a small Dwelve could be seen trodding through.

The small Dwelve could be imagined to be an Orphan, partially due to the lack of any parental love in his life and potentially due to the fact that hybrid borns were Illegal in the lands of Elforn, Croyane and Dwarl.

Otherwise known as the Land of Knights, Land of life and the Land of Steel.

These 3 lands homed the Humans,Elves and Dwarves.

Bordering the Land of Life and the Land of Steel, sat a stubborn expanse. The Land of Merge. Otherwise known as the filthy Hybrids land.

If not for powerful hybrids that had existed along the Ancients, the land would have been conquered long ago.

To the right of The land of Merge, The land of Steel and The land of Life was the Land of dredge.

The land of Dredge was a land of death and mud. Lots of mud and lots of death. Originally, the Land of Dredge had covered half the world, yet it had now been reduced to a long line that persisted despite the pushing of the Lands.

The Lands had reached a stand-still with the Land of dredge, as their numbers dwindled and the Dredges increased. They soon chose to shut off borders, leaving a large number of troops outside the walls and causing the fabled, Battle of Bane.

Or for those in the battle, The Betrayal of Cowards.

Currently, there were 11 Known lands in the continent, these lands are named below

Land of Forests-Zelk

Land of Knights-Elforn

Land of Life-Croyane

Land of Husk-Haydel

Land of Merge-Seingore

Land of Steel-Dwarl

Land of Wheat-Yarn

Land of Fallen Beginnings-Snol

Land of Winding Rivers-Terran

Land of Ninja-Kunot.

These were all represented on a dusted,framed and forgetton map in the small hut by the side of the hill.

Around these lands, several segments were shown labeled with ???. The boy had never had much curiosity for such things and a new berrie was much more appetizing.

And so imagine the boys curiosity, when a man with long black hair, with tints of gray and golden eyes, looked at him in satisfaction. The man held a metal ball, covered in patterns and scriptures. He pushed down on several areas of the ball, the ball responded by moving unpredictably.

As if listening to the strange golden ball, the man put it away and looked at the boy.

The boy looked at him strangely before going back down to his meal. The old man merely chuckled as he groomed his beard.

"A fine evening, is it not Young Dwelve?"

The Young Dwelve merely nodded.

"Would you spare this man a talk?"

The Young Dwelve sat still yet his twitching ears gave him away.

The Old mans face curled slightly as he begun his tale.

"The Land of Dredge expands endlessly, devouring the land once its. Commanded by a new leader, the situation is alarming. But every man has a weakness. And his is you. Come with me to the helm of the battle and bring you shall glory to your fine estate."

The boy stood emotionlessly as he began looking through drawers, his smooth fingers carresing the fine-oak and rusted bowls.

The Boy then pulled out a key. The Man looked in interest before declining.

"The situation is not so bad that such a thing must be used. Not yet."

The Boy put the key away with sadness hidden behind the paleness of his face.

The Man turned his back, two pictures split. The Man matched the other with a black robe.

Something sparked, like a broken flame re-enlightening. The boy could ever stomp it out, or feed it well.

The boy felt the old mans cold and wrinkled hands as he began walking steadily behind him. He now blinked twice before looking at the Mans old clothing. Black robes, with golden lining. Shined shoes and by his right was a pure-black staff, a golden wisp trapped inside. Moving desperately yet solemnly. After admiring the folks odd demeanor and clothing choices the boy looked forward.

The two soon reached a small carriage, held by two white horses.

"Come, the journey is long."

The Boys eyes widened as he saw glimpses of a rising sun, the Mans black beard flailing in the wind as the boys messy hair finally flew up, revealing the full sight of the desolate hills, and the hopeful future.