Through out this continent's history many wars have occurred over various things. Some as petty as a simple insult, some as major as an assassination attempt by an opposing city-state. This gorgeous and thriving continent has come to be known as

LENDOYERON

This name has an unknown origin but has come to be the name of this great land mass which now is inhabited by millions if not billions of creatures of varying intellects. One such creature among them is the main character of our story. A boy untouched by society. untainted with the cruel imperfections which lerk behind every man, women, and child that resides in the multitude of cities and towns. This child has dubbed himself Fentret, he has never known a mothers loving embrace but for the kind and gentle cushion off the forest floor. He has never experienced the strict and immovable lessons of a fathers rules. Fentret has resided in a valley through many winters past alone. While previously, he was constantly on the never ending hunt for game and forage when he found this valley. This sanctuary of isolation but plentiful freedom. Fentret is a toned and muscular boy of 17 years. His skin caked with mud and padded with thick calluses was wind beaten and tanned like an amber stone. the mud like camouflage in the forest made him a shadow in the night, a specter to the surroundings, a passing wind in the busy wood. the tall figure sulked through the under brush as slow as the silent leaves drifting from treetop to trunks. low to the ground he crept crawling like he had seen the great cats do. Silent, slow, precise he drew a large shard of flint with a stout handle thrown together with bamboo and processed plant fiber. With his makeshift blade in hand he crept closer and closer. his prey now just fewer then twenty yards away. The innocent stag stood arrogantly in the brush eating the precious flowers. The oak and birch trees spread throughout this forest waved in the wind like a sea of green wearing white caps of glaring moon light. the moonlight could not penetrate in great enough quantities to light the inescapable threat that this ignorant stag faced. inche by inche, step by step, hand in front of foot the lurking Fentret moved snake like through the low bush and grasses. The mud cloaked boy now a mere three feet from his unsuspecting prey. Fentret contorts his body in a strange stance positioning his weight perfectly for the coming lunge. without a moment's hesitation he leaps from his place among the grass straddling the back of the stag as he quickly impales the panicked animals leg severing the tightened and taut tendon rendering the leg incapable of movement. Swiftly ,as the powerful beast started to run frantically, Fentret pulled leaning all his weight on the horns turning the frantic monster strait into a tree. With a crash the animal was stunned. Fentret like so many times before swiftly in one arcing motion penetrated through the stags eye and into its skull, twisting the blade as to ensure the timely demise of the rithing creature. The lust drained from the once panicked eyes into a dull blank stare towards the eerie canopy of leaves above. The ferocious focus still burning in the emerald eyes, the blood stained handle gripped by the maroon mudcaked hands slowly pulls away from the skull. A river of cascading blood trickles down the large head of a once proud stag. The cold glare of his emerald eyes pierced through the surrounding woods. Constantly watching his surroundings he heaved the heavy stag over his shoulders in a firemen carry. the bloodied boy stumbles away from the battered scene off into the dark forest now a man.

The man staggered out of the tree line into the low growing plant life that guarded the edge of this plentiful maze. Carrying the heavy carcus over his broad shoulder he laboriously stepped one at a time. His piercing gaze scanning the surrounding brush for hungry thieves. While he painstakingly struggled on the downward slope of a rough hill towards the looming mountain side that came to the sheer drop in front of Fentret. Hidden among the sharp rocks lay a bastion. with expert knowledge of the edges and turns Fentret navigates his way struggling to hold his heavy game. He reaches a shabby and rugged hut in which has aged and is in due repair. Fentret drops the stags bloodied body on a stone table obviously hand made over a long period of time as seen by the diverse weathering. Leaned upon the stone table a instrument made from bamboo and the tendons of past game with the base a rib cage from a past achievement and a hallowed out and shaped stump stuck together with charcoal glue. Not the most graceful instrument but the only one Fentret had know. He has always had it for as long as he remembers. Fentret has never seen any animal nor beast of his stature or physique. Only the apes and monkeys he has seen before have close features. He knows they are not his species and for the longest time he searched for the ones that resembled him. Fentret settled in this valley as he lost hope for the cruel and demanding search. Fentret rustled around inside his hut for a period of time and appeared with a much more.refined looking dagger. He began the messy task of harvesting the fresh game with a shallow slice down the belly. Continuing the process for many hours just to begin the next process of preparing the animal skin to be worn and or tanned for various activities. All the while letting the venison cook over coals with a salt found in the near by caves and pools. when the meat looked slightly chard around the edges, with a swift precision he sliced the sizzling meat into small chunks which he slid into a pot made of a tree bark filled with a broth from past meals and newly added water from the steam shallowly in the forest. As darkness consumed the surrounding area untouched by the fires warm licks of light Fentret eat his hard work, replenishing the much needed nutrients. He sat looking at the stars chewing on a sturdy plant found just out side the rock formation. He strummed the instrument which he called a bogmack and hummed a small tune he had thought up on his journey around the forest a couple weeks ago. as he hummed through the night he drifted into thought as he furthered his music he started to experiment with vocals. as he started to form words and sounds that benefited from the strange sounds strummed on the bogmack. As he started to sing a melodious tune threw trial an error the night joyfully passed on.

A group of travellers walked hurriedly trying to get to the next outpost by nightfall. Cloaked in dark green colours they trudged through the downpour. Their heavy backpacks burden there tired backs and worn shoulders. In the distance a melodious hum starts as if the howling wind danced along to the flowing tune. Seeking shelter the weary travellers spread along into the coming valley. The forest was over grown with only game paths to walk on it took them a very tiring effort to stumble through the brush and thorns. They started down a hill in the dark moon light the saw a dim flickering light of a fire just beyond the sharp and spiked barricade of natural stone formations. They had no choice but to make their move in wards towards the strange language being sung to an unknown tune. the desperate crew shuffled among the slippery rocks trying to make their way through the thick natural barrier. The music suddenly stopped the fires light died out and the clack of would end any noise other then the rain and cumbersome footsteps. the oldest among the travelers shouted back towards a young looking man maybe around his twenties.

"Matray careful up ahead its steep and looks to be the worst to come."

Matray responded in turn with a shout back to a young female behind him and she to the one behind her a female who seemed to be the youngest of the group and the most frail. Her name Tairayem. Her physique one of years and years of study over books and of feminine etiquette she struggled to maintain a proper posture and walk as she stepped through the rough out cropping of stone and mud. They all get to the top where a stone structure reaches out to the cliff side creating an arch of sorts. Inside said arch a gate made from mant a large tree cut to fit the arch in such a way as to leave no gaps. Charcoal glue and this strange tar substance fill the cracks and hold the monstrous gate together. The travelers perplexed as to how the gate was made wasted no quarry on thought as they pushed on the gate all together. The gate did not give an inche. The group simultaneously felt watchful eyes peering through them as if they where being thoroughly searched. As they all slightly shivered in there rain drenched cloaks Tairayem uttered under her breath into her cupped hands in a unique and Germanic language. With this incarnation her palms set ablaze. she cradled the fire between her palms like a child would a frog they had just playfully caught.

"Tairayem what are you doing! you fool put your craft away!"

the oldest shouted infuriated with panicked he smashed her hands together furiously wiping his head to and fro in search of the gaze. Tairayem frustrated says

"But I'm cold un like you thugs I actually feel this wretched weather. I DEMAND THE ONE WHO OWNS THIS BLASTED BARBARIC ABODE LET US IN RIGHT NOW!"

the oldest snapped his hand to her mouth in tandem he unscathed his gleaming blade that let of a faint smell of rust and blood. Like a wave of fear the group got back to back and there they stood frozen in the never ending downpour fearing for their very lives.

disclaimer these episodes take me sometime to.right and I appreciate those of you who read my work this is my first time publishing my work to.a site and I'm glad to.say I'm going to continue this far and I may have an irregular schedule because of life stuff so sorry but thanks for reading and please enjoy!