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NOVEL (Second set of pages)

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    Several years had passed since Elon had ran away from Immdrek's homestead during the Morani raid. It wasn't long after that the Morani suddenly disappeared without a trace, aside from their path of destruction. Many rumors had spread about just exactly how they disappeared. they ranged from a lethal disease to the Orcs turning to cowardice. But, the most popular rumor was that of a High Mage who had come to the aid of the people of Forendell by wiping the Morani off the face of the land itself.Elon had never cared for rumors, but had always taken an interest in the stories of the High Mage.

Years and years had passed and Elon was now twenty-seven in human years, and had been a nomad all the time since his last day with Immdrek. Elon had found a quaint town by the name of Fellmoor to reside in. The town was mainly made up of human inhabitants, who stood in awe at the sight of an Elf. Elon was flattered at all the attention, but never cared for it.

Elon squatted down next to his kill and set his hand on its side. "I thank you for your sacrifice" His voice was soft and smooth, all Elves withheld a tradition of giving thanks to their prey that they would kill while hunting, and Elon was no exception. He began to run his fingers through the deer's lush fur before hauling it up over his shoulders and carrying it back to town.

Elon had been supplying the town of Fellmoor with fresh game for months now, and he had no intention to stop. He strolled back into town, the heavy deer laying over his shoulder. Elon received many looks of gratitude as he passed along the main road, the dirt crunching beneath his boots.

The wooden gate to the butcher's front yard creaked as Elon opened it, and the middle- aged merchant looked up. "Haha! Elon! welcome, welcome!" Brenor, the butcher, was a forty-four year old human male, he made a living as Fellmoor's butcher and blacksmith.
"A good day to you too, Brenor" Elon replied swiftly, dropping the deer onto an empty table in the yard.
"What have we here today?" Brenor looked over the deer, running his hands along its fresh carcass. "Good job Elon, good job."
Brenor held up a finger telling Elon to wait, then ran inside his home, emerging with a sizable bag of coin.
"Here, for your troubles!"
Elon smiled, an unnoticeable blush on his cheeks. "Thank you, Brenor"
"No thank you! If it weren't for your expert aim and help, all of Fellmoor would have --" Brenor stopped talking and gave a sigh as he looked past Elon into the street. Elon followed his gaze and saw a rather sizable man wailing on another man who was curled up in the dirt.
"That damned Audun!" Brenor exclaimed. "Always picking a fight"
"Who?" Elon turned.
Brenor set his hands on the table and looked up at Elon "He's new, came riding into town a few weeks ago form who knows where. He's been drinking all of our ale and disrespecting the fine people of Fellmoor ever since."
"Let me help" Elon had a look of interest in his eyes as the question escaped his lips.

Before Brenor could reply, Elon had vaulted over to the fence and was running toward Audun. right before the brute's fist collided with the man on the ground yet another time, Elon's shoulder jabbed into his side. Audun fell clean on his back, looking up at the clouds with a confused look. But his confusion soon turned to rage as he got back to his feet.
"You god damned Elves!" Audun drew a long silver sword and held it out towards Elon's throat.

Shocked, but not surprised, Elon put his hands up. "I mean no true harm, my friend"
"The hell you don't!" Audun suddenly lunged forward, aiming for Elon's throat. But, in a flurry of motion, Elon sidestepped the silver blade and kicked the sword out of the thug's grasp, taking out his own dagger and pinning Audun to the ground.
"Now, what were you saying?"
Audun pushed Elon off and stood up, walking away and mumbling foul insults and slanders under his breath.

Elon turned to the man on the ground and extended a hand to help him up. the man took hold of Elon's hand and stood up. "What is your name?" Elon supported the man and wiped away blood that was dripping from his lip.
"N-Nat"

Nat was wearing what seemed to be a patched up farmer's outfit and sackcloth sandals. "Are you okay, Nat?" Elon looked at Nat with a look of worry and benevolence.
"I think i'll be fine, thank you...erm."
"Elon, my name is Elon, my friend." Elon walked Nat to a nearby bench outside of the tavern and set him down.

Nat had loose blonde hair, that would've flowed like golden strands had it not been dirtied and scuffed by the brute Audun. He also stood at about five feet and four inches tall, and being very fit for his stature.

Elon sat next to Nat and turned his head towards him "I'm sorry that happened to you, Nat."
"Oh, it's not that much of a annoyance. I mean, well. It did hurt, but I'll be fine" Nat wiped a small amount of blood from his nose and  looked over at Elon. "So, you're an Elf, eh?"
Elon smiled at Nat's sudden inquiry and replied "Yes, I am.". But, before Elon could finish his statement, he heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see Audun approaching him.
Second set of pages for my novel!

i'm open for suggestions on the name of the novel itself as well!
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PISSBUCKETS's avatar
:la: yay nat! >w> write more nick this is good stuffs