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A tale with no title

As promised I have began to edit a tale I’ve been working on for some time now, too long perhaps and while I wont be sharing the whole tale with you all here is the first taster from it I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

The gentle, crystal resonant sound of the harp music filled the air mixed with a female’s song bouncing off the trees. Laughter mixed in the air with the smell of cooked meat. The suns warm rays filled the crystals causing colours to cascade across the forest floor, this was the city of Alanadell. A city hidden at the top of a hill by the thick trees and impossible to find and under its ground lay tunnels left centuries before. This peaceful community was led by Lord Aymon a tall elven male with eyes the colour of the sea, his skin almost translucent and long golden hair surrounded a kind yet at times stern face. At his side was Lady Eroan, her eyes the colour of sapphires filled with wisdom, and her kind smiling face the colour of pearls were surrounded by braided golden hair. They had ruled the lands of Alanadell for centuries in peace until the King had threatened to take that from them and the war began, they called for aid and it was received.

Today the Lord and Lady would repay their debt to Lord Thalgal Greyheart a dwarven lord from the North where the King had taken the land and mines and slain many, but still they came to help fending of the king’s army. Lord Thalgal was given the mountain under the elven city as thanks for their aid and together a new city would be created in secret. The tempers and differences where already beginning to show with Lord Aymon attempting to keep to elven traditions and Thalgal wishing for a great party and feast having no patience for the silliness of elves. The dwarf walked through the city slowly due his injuries, his mind wandering below the ground to the wonders beneath. As he walked, he thought how strange the land was where the children rarely survived past infancy and if it did, they were special when compared to the dwarven halls which were full of children playing there laughter ringing out into the darkness of the caverns of the deep. As the dwarf came into a clearing a single tree caught his eye its roots dancing in time with the music and under its branches there was a young woman with golden hair and pale skin, singing with a bird crimson in colour. The girl waved at Thalgal and he knew in an instant that it was Ayona, the daughter of Lord Aymon and Eroan, he had grown fond of her and the eagerness she had to learn about the dwarves and their customs.

“Ayona, what are you doing out here alone, shouldn’t you be helping your people get ready for tonight”

“and miss out on our chats my Lord I think not”

As the dwarf laughed suddenly there was a flash of fire, Thalgal grabbed his axe from his side and took a fighting stance his eyes wide and frantic as Ayona giggles rang loudly in his ears. Thalgal was cautious after his time fighting and scowled at the elf for her laughter, she took his arm and guided him over to find a small pile of ash laying on the ground, Ayona blew on the ash revealing a small beaked creature which she scooped up to show to the dwarf.

“A phoenix?” Thalgal asked.

“yes, my Lord, we have had many adventures the bird and I”

For hours the two talked of the customs of their people, Thalgal told stories of goat and bear riding warriors while Ayona spoke of healing and nature. Time moved slowly here and while the war had raged for many years Ayona had stayed young and witnessed none of it living peacefully with her people. As Ayona looked down to the axe at the dwarf’s side he smiled

“ever tried one of these?”


“well lass there is always a first time, here” Thalgal held out the axe

Ayona took it her arms dropping from the weight of it, the dwarf stifled a laugh this only caused her to become frustrated. With all her might she pulled at the axe lifting it off the ground and with one swing found it lodged in the tree. The dwarf spent some time trying to remove it not because of the strength of the swing but from his own laughter, it eventually dislodged and Ayona began using her magic to heal the tree.

“wait a minute…… I’ve seen that before the king uses it and I know what it can do to people” the dwarves face was turning red with anger.

“please my Lord Thalgal…. I would…. my people would never use it like that, the king whoever he is well he is not one of my people and we would never hurt anyone.” Ayona pleaded.

“forgive an old warrior lass, I’ve only ever seen the bad side of it all”

Ayona smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, she was much taller than the dwarf, but she had grown fond of him. At that moment Lord Aymon came into the clearing.

“there you are, come we have a feast to attend my dear friend”

Ayona hugged her father then turned to the dwarf placing the phoenix on his shoulder with a smile.

“her name is Flono, and if you ever need help just call for her”

“well lass all I need now is an eye patch and a ship and we are sorted” said the dwarf

“It may take some time Thalgal, but we can arrange a ship for you and as for the eye patch I’m sure if you explain it could be acquired as well” replied Lord Aymon.

A thunderous laugh burst from the dwarf’s mouth “you elves really crack me up you know that”

The elves looked at each other in confusion, while Thalgal who had never really looked at the beauty of Alanadell each house was crafted into the trees and the jewelled canopy made the lights brighter and a warm white glow grew through the trees. The city was illuminated with a sense of calm and peace with the sound of animals and water filling the air.  As the light of the mid-day sun began to fade the group joined the table where dwarves and elves were sharing stories and laughing, a sight unheard of in the history of the world and so the new story of the elves and dwarves was beginning. As the merriment grew into the night Flono found her way onto Ayona shoulder and shaking nuzzled into the elf, as she turned to comfort the small bird a chill filled the air and the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. In the distance of the crowd came a scream and panic soon followed as Ayona gazed up a shadow fell over Alanadell.

To be continued……….


Sometime i will write things that surround my own mental health and the creative funny way i make it through a day. Other times i might write fantasy related things it really depends on what comes to me first and on occasion I may throw in a sketch for visual effect. Don't be afraid dear readers i promise to keep you safe and have you home by midnight (ish)

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