Post by Efren on Apr 18, 2008 18:19:03 GMT -5
Efren walked towards the edge of the cliff, it had been a long and tiresome day. Being a young king isn't easy, all the training, the laws being forced into his brain. He was tired of having to deal with every little thing that went wrong in his kingdom.
He looked to the east, the forest was so far away, and yet it seemed to never cease to expand toward his mountains. "Blasted elves always expanding their homes." He turned his head towards the south. The plains, such a horrible place to live. No place to hide, always left open for something to happen. Yet even further south, he was able to make out a darker area of land, the desert, perfect.
Efren ran a hand through his messy hair. He peered up to see a dragon flying over the mountains. Such grace, such freedom. He looked down at his mountain only to see a waterfall that had been forming over the weeks due to the melted snow. It had been a while since they had water. Melting snow wasn't hard, but it was tiresome, and boring.
Suddenly someone walked behind him. He turned to see his mother walk towards him. "Efren, we need more lumber in order to build the blacksmith." she said to him softly.
Efren smiled and nodded, "Aye mom, that we do." He walked back inside, and grabbed his axes. He looked at some workers and motioned them to follow. They walked for a while, descending closer to the mountain base. Efren looked at the gate keeper, "Open the bloody gates already."
The gate keeper nodded, and began to open the gates. Before they were opened, Efren walked through the gates, and straight to the edge of the forest. His workers began to chop away at the trees, as he began to as well. Before long they had cut down quite a few trees. Efren sent one of the workers to fetch a cart for their wood. He sat down, and leaned against the wood and waited.
He looked to the east, the forest was so far away, and yet it seemed to never cease to expand toward his mountains. "Blasted elves always expanding their homes." He turned his head towards the south. The plains, such a horrible place to live. No place to hide, always left open for something to happen. Yet even further south, he was able to make out a darker area of land, the desert, perfect.
Efren ran a hand through his messy hair. He peered up to see a dragon flying over the mountains. Such grace, such freedom. He looked down at his mountain only to see a waterfall that had been forming over the weeks due to the melted snow. It had been a while since they had water. Melting snow wasn't hard, but it was tiresome, and boring.
Suddenly someone walked behind him. He turned to see his mother walk towards him. "Efren, we need more lumber in order to build the blacksmith." she said to him softly.
Efren smiled and nodded, "Aye mom, that we do." He walked back inside, and grabbed his axes. He looked at some workers and motioned them to follow. They walked for a while, descending closer to the mountain base. Efren looked at the gate keeper, "Open the bloody gates already."
The gate keeper nodded, and began to open the gates. Before they were opened, Efren walked through the gates, and straight to the edge of the forest. His workers began to chop away at the trees, as he began to as well. Before long they had cut down quite a few trees. Efren sent one of the workers to fetch a cart for their wood. He sat down, and leaned against the wood and waited.