I was wrapped up in a red blanket, sitting in front of the fire. My granddad was sitting next to me on a blur beanbag. You would think he was only 24 by looking at him, but he’s actually 53. My dad says he get his “good looks” from granddad. He’s always joking around when he was with me, but when he was near his icky girlfriend Sally, it was a whole different story. It was always “kiss, kiss” and “smooch smooch”. He said sooner or later I had to get a girlfriend. But how old did he think I was? I was only in year 5!

Anyway, I was ill. I was at gran and granddad’s house whilst my mum and dad were at a job interview in Spain. They were going to stay for about 5 days. Granddad gave me some hot chocolate and patted me on my back. “Hey, don’t sweat it Harry! I have a present for you! It was supposed to be for your 13th birthday, but I couldn’t wait! Follow me!” granddad helped me up whilst I put my hot chocolate on the coffee table. I followed granddad to his back garden (which is about 2 hotels stuck together! That’s MASSIVE!) and in the middle of the garden was a horse stable with a white horse. I rubbed my eyes wildly as I thought I was dreaming. I had always wanted a horse. I opened my eye widely and there, inside a red and white horse stable, was a white horse. I stared at granddad who was smiling happily. I hugged him with my eyes tightly shut, forgetting all about being sick. I ran to the horse stable to let my horse out, but then I saw 3 teenagers walking into my granddad’s garden. “Oi, get outta here you little rascals! I’m gonna call the cops!” Granddad was serious. He picked up his phone and started calling the police.

“Oh, we ain’t here for trouble. That’s if you don’t want it. We just paid a visit to our old friend Harry. What I’m trying to say here, is gimme the horse!” the biggest teenager grabbed my shirt collar, whilst the two other teenagers took the horse out of the stable and tugged it all the way down the street. “Thanks, dork!”

“That’s right you hooligans! Run! Vamoose! The cops are on their way!” granddad slammed the door of the horse stable shut angrily. He took me inside.

About 3 minutes later, the police were at granddad’s house. “Hello sir. What seems to b the problem?” asked a police with a white notepad.

“Well, these 3 teenagers came into me garden and stole my grandson’s new horse! I was just about to give him the horse when all of a sudden, they flipping stole it!” answered granddad.

“Can you describe them for me sir?” the man asked again.

“Sure! My honor! The first one threatened us! He had dark brown hair with a fringe that covered his eyes! He had aqua blue eyes and he wore black all over! He was wearing matching gloves, oh, and he was riding on a skateboard!” granddad patted me on the back.

“Oh, I know who he is. Him and his gang have been at prison for 3 months. They are called Zack, Jack and Rack. They steel everything they can see and hide it somewhere. I am afraid that we do not know where the place is. We will inform you if we find the horse,” the policeman shook granddad’s hand and ruffled my hair. “Don’t worry lad. We’ll find your horse.” The policemen drove away.

A half hour later, there was a knock at the door. Granddad got up from the couch and opened the door. There, standing at the doorstep were the two policemen holding the three teenagers. The boys were handcuffed, “Hello Sir. Are these three boys the people who stole that horse of yours? We have the horse down at the police station. He was tied to a tree in the forest,” claimed the bigger policeman. The biggest teenager struggled to get out of the handcuffs, but the policeman held him firmly.

“Yes! Those are the teenagers! Take them to prison! Sentence them for the rest of their foul lives,” shouted my granddad angrily.

The shorter policeman told granddad, “Calm down Sir. They’re going to court. If they are found guilty, they will be in jail for a year whilst attending law and crime school. If they are not found guilty, then they will go to law and crime school for three years. If you and your child would like to reclaim your horse, drive with Larry to the station. Right now, these three lads  want to apologize for their behavior. Right lads?!”

“Hell no! We didn’t do anything to him,” shouted the oldest boy trying to wriggle out of the tallest policeman’s arms but failed, “He’s the one who stole my horse! You should arrest him! Not me! He took away everything I had! ‘Cause guess what?! He’ my granddad!”

“No I am not your granddad! The horse was my dad’s! I am not your relative in any kind of way,” screamed granddad.

The teenager shouted back at my granddad,”Actually, I have some photos of when I was a kid! My mum and dad died and you were the one who looked after me! You took me everywhere you went! Your my granddad! Granddad Florence! The only reason that you don’t remember me is because you kicked me out of the house when I turned 10! You wouldn’t let me back in! It’s you who made me sleep on the streets! It’ you who turned me into this! Just let me live with you! I was with you when you and gran had Danny and then he died with cancer at only five years old! I live with Jasper and Kieth in Jasper’s girlfriend’s house! I am called Ben!”

“Is this so Sir? Did you steal this young man’s horse and kicked him out of your house when he was only ten,” asked the taller policeman looking stern at granddad.

Granddad stroked Ben’s face, ”Ben? Is that you? Well, I can explain all this Ben… I can…”

 Characters names and pronunciation ~

The Good:

Alya (Ahl – yah)

 Arwen (Ahr-wehn)

Nithron (Nee-thronn)

Herion (Hair-ee-on) 

 The Evil:

Talathiel (Tahl-ah-thee-ell)

Beinion (Bey-nee-on)

Rilien (Rill-ee-ehn)

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                    Two elves stood under the moon light. One female and one male. The female wore a long green dress that looked light. Her long dark hair fell down her back in her back in soft curls. She pointed ears were hidden under a wreathe of pink flowers. The male was wearing a green tunic, who’s color matched the females dress. He also wore a wreathe, but this one was made up of multicolored leaves. The two were each standing one a large plate that was shaped to look like a leaf. The female’s dress’s train hung over the edge and almost touched the ground. They stood their for a few minutes. 

Elves gathered around to watch the wedding ceremony. An old elf by the name of Melda (Mehl-dah) stepped forward. She raised her head and spoke, “All of whom have gathered tonight! The world is not a peaceful place. Fights rage everyday, yet we must keep reproducing. So, even though it isn’t a peaceful time we came here to adjoin these two, young elves.”

She turned to the couple, “Now we will join hands.”

The two elves crossed wrists and the elderly elf tied them together with a strip of spring green ribbon.

~ Hey! If you liked the Prologue then please tell me! if you want me to improve it, then you can tell me how to improve it! I want all your criticisms and comments!

To be Continued….

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(Alya)

Chapter One:

  Water thundered down the steep cliff and into the crystal clear pool below. I am standing at the top of the embankment. My left leg bent backwards over my back and Ibalenced on my right leg. My right hand is locked onto my left leg, holding it up. I am balencing on my right leg, with my thumb pressed against her chest and the fourth and index fingure held up into a strait line. 

I opened my eyes. From where I stood I could see across all of Ilelvea. The buildings are shped out of huge trees and streams run all over the city. Elves walk on the ground and on high rope bridges.    

“Alya, consentrate,” a deep male voice intupts my thoughts. A middle aged elf who looks about 31 or 35 stood a few feet away. He has thick brown hair and hazel eyes. Around him is a cloak the color of a deep green pine. 

I let my leg go and released a loud sigh, “Sorry master, but it’s hard to consentrate with you staring at me.”

The man shakes his head, “How are you going to learn to be a warrior if you can’t even do the Doru Areba (Doh-ruh Ahr-ebah)? “

I stare down at the city. Lanterns were being lighted and magical light balls floated next to their spell caster.

My master, Durion (Doo-ree-on), sighs again and said, “All right. I guess we should do some Talent Training before going in for supper.”

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The walkways of Ilelvea were made of cobble stone and the wooden lanterns cast a soft light across the road. Warriors, Merchants, Sword Smiths, and pedestrians walk up and down the roads. Above our heads, more elves walk across the rope bridges that conect the upper level of the city. 

I made my way through the crowd of elves and finaly reached a medium sized building/tree. Wooden pillars that were mended into the upper and lower parts of the buildings held it up and windows let in cool breathes of air. Inside, elves sat at large wooden benches. This is the Aprentices’ Pavillion. We eat our breakfast, lunch, and supper here.    

I walked up to the wooden counter top. Behind it, a rolly polly elf with scarlet red hair, stood.

“Alya!” the elf cried, “Good to see you.”

I smiled at her,” Hello, Garlien (Gahr-liehn).”

She served me my supper and I made my way with my tray to a table. My friends, Arwen (Ahr-wehn), Nithron (Nee-thronn), Herion (Hair-ee-on) were already sitting there.

I walked over to them and set my tray down in my usual place between Arwen and Nithron. Arwen is my age and she had long blonde hair just like mine that she always lets loose. Nithron has thick ginger hair that is cut short, exposing his pointed ears. Herion had white hair that falls into his blue eyes.

“Alya,” Nithron nods to me in that quiet way of his. I smiled at him.

Herion, sitting across from us looks at me. His electric blue eyes are as calm as always, “Good to see you,” he say and nods to me as well.

Arewn starts talking again. She’s a rather talketive elf. Still she’s a very good fighter. You don’t want to be in a taling of sword battle with her.

She’s talking about her sword practice now.

“Alya, want to take a walk in the forest with us?” Nithron asks.

“Sure,” I glance at him, “Why are we going?”

“I’m trying to imrove my plant magic skills,” he explains.

I nod, “All right. I’ll come.”

He smiled and goes back to his food and talking with Herion.

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That night, the four of us head into the forest. It was dark, yes. But elf’s eyes sight is like a cat’s. We can see in the dark. Even so, we each have our own light globe we created out of magical means.

The trees we tall and their bark wasn’t exactly brown. It was tinted with red and a little green. Finally we reached a small grove where vines and other smaller plants had been planted. This was our Plant Magic Training Ground. Here was where apprentices practiced their plant magic skills.

Nithron got right to work on growing a grape vine onto a tall tree. I trained my self on a small lavender plant. I was trying to make the flowers sprout when I heard the voices. One femal and two male. Slowly, I lower my hands and krept over to Arwen. She was sitting on a log, trying to make a daisy bloom.

“Arwen,” I whispered, “Come here.” Together we tip-toed to a large tree and hid behind it. On the other side of the grove, my….sister Talathiel (Tahl-ah-thee-ell) stood. Her friends, Beinion (Bey-nee-on) and Rilien (Rill-ee-ehn) stood with her. The were whispering, but i could just make out what they were saying.

“The planned attack is going to be on the fourteenth moon, correct?” Talathiel asked.

“Correct,” Rilien said, “They won’t even be expecting it. No one knows about it but us.”

Behind me, I heard Arwen’s sharp in take of breath.

“So we should sharpen our knives until then,” Benion smiled. His dark black eyes glinted in the moon light, “The Queen won’t even expect it.”

To be Continued…….