Post by fuzzydragon on Jul 18, 2011 10:32:11 GMT -6
Amber walked quietly through the woods of Mossflower, carefully avoiding dry bracken. Dawn was breaking soon, and Amber wanted to visit a special place. A place that she had not traveled to in a long while. The morning light shone though the interlaced branched of towering trees, showering the forest floor with a dewy, shimmering light. Leaves glistened like gold as Amber stepped onto a familiar trail, the sleeves of her new habit partially rolled up to keep from snagging on stray branches.
Suddenly, a glint of metal caught her eye. Amber bent down to pick up her old spear. The wood had a magnificent pattern carved into it, and Amber knew that she would never be able to part with this last remnant of her past. She struck the spear against a rock with all her might, and the spear blade snapped of with a dull crack. Amber then buried the blade under the rock and continued her trek with the aid of her new walking stick. She had promised to never again fight another living creature, and she would keep to that promise.
Suddenly, a glint of metal caught her eye. Amber bent down to pick up her old spear. The wood had a magnificent pattern carved into it, and Amber knew that she would never be able to part with this last remnant of her past. She struck the spear against a rock with all her might, and the spear blade snapped of with a dull crack. Amber then buried the blade under the rock and continued her trek with the aid of her new walking stick. She had promised to never again fight another living creature, and she would keep to that promise.