Hey guys, this is a story i wrote and i hope u guys read it and give me some constructive reason. please be blunt and up front and if i absolutely suck at writing and should never write again please tell me.... thats just how blunt and hoesnt i want, thank you.... her eit is
I don’t remember quite how it happened, but it did. I’ve never lived a day in my life when we weren’t at war. A few ceasefires were negotiated, letting us live a limited peace, but they never lasted long.
People like my father believed in fighting for what they loved, and they were the first ones in to battle. I never enjoyed fighting, something about it just didn’t sink right. It seemed unfair for someone to dictate when someone else’s life would end, rather than the person who owned the life. The war started out in our favor, we outnumbered, and outplayed them but the enemy won a few key victories and everything after that went downhill. We won a few battles, but every time we were shown how strong our enemy still was. Then one day tha began so beautifully turned in to the bloodiest of the century. The entire province was burned to the ground in one day. No one had any idea how many troops they had, or how they even got in. Our security was tight, and in my opinion, although the council denies it, there must be an inside man helping them. That’s the only way it could have been done.
Over half of our population was lost in that one battle. The enemy was merciless. Not even the children survived. After that attack, the rest of the population left, and we became a nomad people. Never staying in the same place for more than a few days, and making sure we left no evidence that we were there.
Then, one day while we were all asleep we were attacked. Luckily, it was just a probing attack, and nothing to major, but I lost what was most dear to me.
My father was part of the elite warriors. The animal warriors. He was one of the lucky people who has an animal partner. Who’s mind and soul bond as one, and they’re minds join as one, so that all they have to do is think to talk to the other. My father is amazing. He was the head of his order, and with him, he had a bear as his animal companion.
But that night, not even his skill could save himself. While he was asleep, while we were all asleep, the guards of the camp were killed, and then he was found, and killed. It was impossible though. Every night, he rotated huts to keep the enemy confused. Again, at the councils disagreement, I believe there is an insider.
When my mother learned of my fathers death, she was overcome with grief. Two months later, she killed herself, sword in to her stomach. Then after that, my closest friend, Karvac became an animal trainer. And with that came the time for him to leave, to begin his training. Him and his animal. That left me alone, more alone than I ever have been, and incapable of overcoming my grief. And with that, I left, with no intentions of returning.
The nights became colder, harder to cope with. It had been six months since Farrion left his people, but he didn’t regret it. He never regretted what he did. He knew out here he was more at home, living with the birds and the beasts of the field. A part of him though was lonely. He never met that side of him though, he always brushed it off as if it were as unimportant as what was going on back at his old home. But part of him missed the celebrations, the drama of every day life. In the wilderness though, things were much simpler.
His normal day consisted of hunting, getting wood for fire, and fending off attacks from overly hungry animals. Occasionally however, he had to avoid scouting parties or hunters from either his old home, or from the neighboring city. Some times he witnessed short skirmishes between the two sides, both losing two soldiers and then retreating. He didn’t understand why his old city didn’t send any of the animal warriors, but hey, idiots have their reasons.
The last few weeks though had gotten more interesting. Scouting parties from both sides were going deeper into enemy territory. Farrion began to wonder if a war was brewing. It didn’t matter him too much, because it would only affect where he slept. His thoughts slowly crept back to what life was before he left. He began to remember birthday celebrations, and his parents enjoying their nightly strolls. But there was no point in dwelling in the past, it brought him no meals and no place to sleep. Just tears from his eyes.
With his thoughts quickly returning back to the moment at hand, he realized that an owl had just fluttered by. Normally that would not have tipped off his senses, but the owl flew in circles in the sky. Curious, farrion slowly crept over to the area below the owl. Hiding behind a row of small shrubs, he peered over them at what the owl was circling. It was a woman. Although she looked not to be a day above twenty. Again, with his curiosity piqued, he watched as the owl then flew down and landed on the woman’s shoulder and hooted.
Farrion slowly crept away from the scene and walked away to his current residence. His thoughts then went back to his dad and his animal. His dad’s animal was a bear, one of the largest Farrion had ever seen. His father was an animal partner. Farrion then dwelt on what it would be like to share a mind with an animal. He wished it would happen to him, life did indeed get lonely on your own.
I don’t remember quite how it happened, but it did. I’ve never lived a day in my life when we weren’t at war. A few ceasefires were negotiated, letting us live a limited peace, but they never lasted long.
People like my father believed in fighting for what they loved, and they were the first ones in to battle. I never enjoyed fighting, something about it just didn’t sink right. It seemed unfair for someone to dictate when someone else’s life would end, rather than the person who owned the life. The war started out in our favor, we outnumbered, and outplayed them but the enemy won a few key victories and everything after that went downhill. We won a few battles, but every time we were shown how strong our enemy still was. Then one day tha began so beautifully turned in to the bloodiest of the century. The entire province was burned to the ground in one day. No one had any idea how many troops they had, or how they even got in. Our security was tight, and in my opinion, although the council denies it, there must be an inside man helping them. That’s the only way it could have been done.
Over half of our population was lost in that one battle. The enemy was merciless. Not even the children survived. After that attack, the rest of the population left, and we became a nomad people. Never staying in the same place for more than a few days, and making sure we left no evidence that we were there.
Then, one day while we were all asleep we were attacked. Luckily, it was just a probing attack, and nothing to major, but I lost what was most dear to me.
My father was part of the elite warriors. The animal warriors. He was one of the lucky people who has an animal partner. Who’s mind and soul bond as one, and they’re minds join as one, so that all they have to do is think to talk to the other. My father is amazing. He was the head of his order, and with him, he had a bear as his animal companion.
But that night, not even his skill could save himself. While he was asleep, while we were all asleep, the guards of the camp were killed, and then he was found, and killed. It was impossible though. Every night, he rotated huts to keep the enemy confused. Again, at the councils disagreement, I believe there is an insider.
When my mother learned of my fathers death, she was overcome with grief. Two months later, she killed herself, sword in to her stomach. Then after that, my closest friend, Karvac became an animal trainer. And with that came the time for him to leave, to begin his training. Him and his animal. That left me alone, more alone than I ever have been, and incapable of overcoming my grief. And with that, I left, with no intentions of returning.
The nights became colder, harder to cope with. It had been six months since Farrion left his people, but he didn’t regret it. He never regretted what he did. He knew out here he was more at home, living with the birds and the beasts of the field. A part of him though was lonely. He never met that side of him though, he always brushed it off as if it were as unimportant as what was going on back at his old home. But part of him missed the celebrations, the drama of every day life. In the wilderness though, things were much simpler.
His normal day consisted of hunting, getting wood for fire, and fending off attacks from overly hungry animals. Occasionally however, he had to avoid scouting parties or hunters from either his old home, or from the neighboring city. Some times he witnessed short skirmishes between the two sides, both losing two soldiers and then retreating. He didn’t understand why his old city didn’t send any of the animal warriors, but hey, idiots have their reasons.
The last few weeks though had gotten more interesting. Scouting parties from both sides were going deeper into enemy territory. Farrion began to wonder if a war was brewing. It didn’t matter him too much, because it would only affect where he slept. His thoughts slowly crept back to what life was before he left. He began to remember birthday celebrations, and his parents enjoying their nightly strolls. But there was no point in dwelling in the past, it brought him no meals and no place to sleep. Just tears from his eyes.
With his thoughts quickly returning back to the moment at hand, he realized that an owl had just fluttered by. Normally that would not have tipped off his senses, but the owl flew in circles in the sky. Curious, farrion slowly crept over to the area below the owl. Hiding behind a row of small shrubs, he peered over them at what the owl was circling. It was a woman. Although she looked not to be a day above twenty. Again, with his curiosity piqued, he watched as the owl then flew down and landed on the woman’s shoulder and hooted.
Farrion slowly crept away from the scene and walked away to his current residence. His thoughts then went back to his dad and his animal. His dad’s animal was a bear, one of the largest Farrion had ever seen. His father was an animal partner. Farrion then dwelt on what it would be like to share a mind with an animal. He wished it would happen to him, life did indeed get lonely on your own.
