Beginning of Chapter One

Elora Danan stood calmly at the forest. Her sword out as she faced the beast. It was a gar, well she thought that's what it was, maybe a shadrin. She couldn't remembered the difference between the two.
Sighing, Elora toke out a dagger and aimed for the creatures eye. A Shadrins weakness, so if it is a shadrin, that would prove it. Throwing, the dagger instantly hit the beasts eye, making it scream and fall to the ground.
wow! Elora thought. That was easier than i thought....
Elora walked to the beast, now sure it was a shadrin and she tugged the dagger out from it's eye, plastering dark blood on her hand and a bit on her nice golden dress. "Gah....oh great.." She said as she stood back up, studying the damage.
The golden haired woman looked around the night covered forest. This forest must be, well, The Shadrin Forest. An obvious title, doesn't make a man wonder what could be in here.
"Well, now to get what i came for...." Elora said, reaching for the Shadrin's goat like horns.
She used her dagger and started to chop the horns off. the horns were known for it's powder and ivory. Elora loved how the powder of a shadrins horn can be used in magical potions and healing, she desided to keep some, sell the rest.
Satisfied with her spoil, Elora walked away, leaving the shadrin corpse, knowing a hungry gar will find it and make it it's tasty meal. Though it wasn't fresh, it was still food, no food Elora would eat though.
Hopeful, before the sun rises, Elora would be able to find a good inn to stay at, just for a day, maybe even for the rest of the night.
Sighing, Elora finally saw a cozy looking hut. It's straw roof was dry and golden colored, fresh looking infact. the wood that made the rest of the house looked freshly cut. Who ever was in that house had just moved to the area, and just built the house. The person would probably be sleeping, wary of all the hard work he had done to make such a lovely home.
Elora turned from the little hut, not wanting to disturb the tired worker. She then saw many more huts and homes further down the large hill the new hut sat upon.  Elora looked for any sign of an inn, and out of luck, she found one.


Kenta Rose sat at the Jumping Deer Inn, a nice cold bottle of whiskey in her hands. She sat at the bar, he usual place at every inn. Feeling drunk now, Kenta swayed side to side, finishing her fifth bottle. The bartender observed the black and green haired woman. "I think that will be enough, miss..." He said.
Kenta sighed and nodded, standing up as the bartender toke away the empty whiskey bottle. Her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy. Stumbling, Kenta made her way to the door, she opened it and flailed, making her way off the porch she was now on. As she walked, she stopped and looked around, forgetting how she got outside. But, whiskey made her memory bleary, she'll remember in the morning.
Kenta sighed and sat down next to a tall tree, the bark was smoother than the other trees, and it was perfect to take a nap by. Kenta sighed and put a hand against her head, closing her eyes, trying to slow down the drunken head spinning. She put her hand down, giving up. Kenta yawned and tried to get more comfortable, and in an instant, Kenta was asleep.