The 3 kings of old

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I am currently writing a story, i dont know how long it will take, but if i dont finish it before Harry Potter 6 comes out it wont be finished until i finished reading said book

Ive opened this thread just to give me some motivation to finish it and post it.

Ive done 2 chapters now and am in the middle of chapter 3 ...

Heres my title

The introduction of the 3 kings of old

Once upon a time there were 3 kings of old, one ruled the southern lands, one ruled from the north, and the third was stuck in the middle.

The northern king, named Helen is the daughter of the great king Gordon, who once ruled over the whole of the great country of Mistelentra, which was many miles away, he had sent is only child to rule over this new place, and have vested her with a great power, the power to heal. She mostly wore pearly white, and her dress glided along the ground as she walked. She was rarely seen, but for when sickness came across her people.

The Midlands king was called Transmere, who ruled with an iron fist, but his laws were lax, so anyone who broke them were automatically banished to the south. The whole land was green and lush, and bore much fruit. The people who lived here had plenty to eat, and plenty of work, and generally lived a good life.

Transmere had not been around as long as the other two kings, but he set order upon the land, which let life prevail. But to punish the wrong doers on his land he sent them to the crimson prince, who lived on the border between the southern lands and the midlands.

The crimson prince sat of a throne of animal bones, and the floor of his cave was littered with many animal and human bones. This cave was long and bore through a large rock face that divided the two lands. As it went further in it narrowed, to a small slit that then opened into a large chamber, with many stalagmites. In the centre was a large pillar that went right up to the highest point of the ceiling but the bottom was split in two, as if two trees had grown spartanly but later decided to join as one, this left a large arch, which ever the tallest of men could walk under. The ground was slippery, with a smiley clear residue that dripped constantly from the ceiling.

In this final room was the black kings throne, it was placed in the opposite end on the chamber to the entrance so you could see it through the throne as you entered, only those who had been banished knew of the secrets of this room, but none had ever returned once they had found them.

A travelling Young man

Timothy had just turned 17 when his father had set him a task; all Timothy was told by his father was that this task will make him a Man, a King among men. His task was collect 5 stones, two would be found in his home town, which was along way from the lives of the three kings of this story. Timothy didn’t know this, but his journey would take miles from his birthplace, taking him over seas, distant and Anchant lands, through dark forests, and into to long caves.

Timothy was given a small bag that would last through the week, but after that, he was to fend for himself. Along with the bag, he was given 5 different coins; one was a shiny silver coin that had the picture of a great white tower, with a big 10 engraved on the back; the second coin had a great big hole in the centre, The only thing written on this coin was written in an enchanted language that he had never seen before; The next coin was a dark black, it was very hard to see what was written on the coin, but when Timothy shaped it from the sun light, beautiful carving made themselves visible in the most vivid gold and red, The lettering around the edge said,

Around in time everyone goes, life and death go hand in hand,
For one to live another must die, but one can cease with a life-giving band

Timothy looked at this coin, trying to figure out what the writing meant, but he didn’t have time, by this point he was being pushed through the door by both his parents out the door.

A quick look at the last two coins Timothy found he recognised them, they were from his own town, they had the crest his king. But these coins were different; they had two letters on the back, in place of the normal number. This confused Timothy, so he tossed them into a small coin bag and vowed to have another look at them later.

Timothy hadn’t walked 20 paces from his house when an elderly man accosted him, he wore a large grey cloak, and it covered his face completely. The man leaned heavily on a flimsy wooden walking stick, which buckled but did not break; evidently this man wasn’t very heavy.

“It’s a stone you are looking for? I see it in your eyes, I know where one is, but it’ll cost you!” Then man took a step back, as if to ask Timothy to follow him. Timothy took one look back, and walked forward, on to the well-beaten path, into the distance, following this to god know where.

They walked passed fields of grass filled with cows, fields full of wheat with a windmill far off in the distance, and many other fields with many other different crops growing in them. The man started to limp as he walked, as if he had forgotten he did before, it was forced, but not false.
After what seemed like for hours a small cottage drew nearer to them, it was very battered, and the windows were boarded up. As it drew nearer, the road was getting withered and Timothy stumbled on the occasional cobalt-stone. But they were getting closer, the closer they got the more distance Timothy felt from home.

As they reached the old wooden door the old man stopped and turned to face Timothy.

“You have the coins, don’t you, you will need on soon, I can not tell yo
u which. Please go in, I will be waiting here for you when you come out”

Timothy wearily went in, carefully opening the door with a tremendous creek. A wind gust inside ruffling a few papers that were on a side table, the top ones falling to the ground.

As he went in further he noticed that the inside was nothing like the outside, it was neat and well looked after. He clutched onto the bag around his shoulder and took a few more paces, as he moved forward he noticed a long staff on the floor, it was pointing towards the next room. Timothy was ever more wary about the next room, as it was dark, none of the lights were on. He slowly walked towards the entrance to the room, and picked up the staff. Suddenly all the lights came on at once, startling him, he stumbled backwards almost falling, but catching himself with the staff.

An elderly man sat in a rocking chair in the far corner, he was fast asleep, and had an empty bottle of whiskey in his limp hand hanging down by his side.


“Excuse me,” whispered Timothy, no reply, he took a few more steps and said again, slightly more loudly “Excuse me,” still no reply, the man was still fast asleep. Timothy then halved the distance between them, and said in a slightly raised tone “Excuse me sir,” The man woke with a start, dropped the bottle on the floor beside him, which crashed with a thump on the stone floor around him. The old man stood up and reached for thin air, as if looking for a walking stick. It was then that he noticed Timothy, holding the staff in his hand.

“What do you want boy?” The old want said, “and what are you doing with my staff” the man caught a chesty cough “give it here”, but without wait, the old man snatched the staff off him and looked into Timothy’s eyes for a few seconds, then said “your hear for the stone, well I don’t have it. And unless you don’t leave now …” he paused to think “I’ll turn you into a frog”
“A frog?” Timothy repeated.

“Yes a big ugly frog”, with this the man commenced pushing him away with this staff.

“Wait” Timothy ordered, “do you know where I can find the stone, I really need it”

“I know you do, but I don’t have it, you’ll have to go back home and say you couldn’t find it … Or you could walk further down this path, follow the river down, and have a look at the big oak tree.” The old man stopped pushing, as Timothy stopped struggling. The old man beamed a smile at him and pointed his staff towards the door.

As he got outside the door closed behind him. The old cloaked man that had brought him here had gone, he was all-alone. He started walking down the road, further from home, away from the cottage, and toward the river.

Journey on

Timothy reached the river much faster than expected the old man that brought him here had trudged along at a slow pace, making the walk feel much longer that it actually was. As Timothy followed the river he drew near to a selection of large trees. A book Timothy had once read told him which was the oak, although it was hard to miss it, it had inscriptions written all the way up to where a tall man might be able to reach without a lift or step-up.

He wondered around the tree for a while, while he looked at the patterns, trying to decipher them.

Then he noticed a small round hole just above eye level. It was exactly the size of the coins he had in his coin bag. He looked at the 5 coins together. The two that were familiar to Timothy looked glimmering. One had a shine to the rime … he picked this one up, and turned it over to reveal the letter, it was now a shining green “O”. He placed the “O” side to the tree and watched it for a bit, the tree creaked and groaned, and the coin turned, as if opening a lock.

After a while everything stopped, and a crack appeared through the coin slot and down the pattern in the tree trunk. Then nothing happened, and after a few seconds nothing continued to happen, while Timothy was waiting, waiting for a sign.

He decided, in the end, to put a finger in the crack. And try to pry it open. He managed to move it a bit, but not great enough to see what was inside. As his finger withdrew from the gap the crack got wider, the creaking got loader, and as the patterned section of the tree peeled away, a small stone lat in the centre, or what appeared to be a stone in the short time Timothy had to see it, the top half of the tree, that happened been pattern was falling onto the stone. Was his task going to be over that easy, with the thud of a log, with the crushing of stone?

Three tasks from the bowmen

The next events brought Timothy into a haze of smoke and mist. A sudden darkness now surrounded him, and a man approached him from behind, and the tree in front of him, instead of the sound crushing stone, there was a resonating wood splitting sound echoing around the area. An aerie silence lasting about a second the rush of arrows filled the air. Timothy looked up in time to see 6 arrows sticking out the tree in a perfect line about a meter apart, the tree split, and each half fell either way, revealing a stump, with a small, grey stone, it was an odd shape, one side was rounded, and smooth, the other was flat, and gagged as if it had been chipped of a round stone. The flat side of the stone was pentagonal, leading Timothy to believe that there could be 5 more stones like this. This was one of the stone in his task!

He placed the stone in his pack, and turned round, to find three men with bows in their hands. They were cloaked in dark green robes, with moss and dirt all over them. They looked rugged, like they belonged in the forest. The middle man spoke, he was old, and had a deep voice, he said

“You have the first stone, but your task is not complete. You must help us, and we will help you … We need 3 items … I need a bow, made of the best wood in the forest of the middle land of 3 kings. Its must be crafted and strung by the best bow maker in that land.”

“And I need some arrows, the straightest the white cloaks can make, they must be strong.” Said a man who appeared much younger than the others and stood on the right.

“And my task will be the hardest of them all, I need a staff, carved from the gold-wood from the arch in the scarlet caves …” said the man on the left, who was the tallest, and had the clearest voice.

“We will give you a boat, but nothing else, you must row south, across the western waters of the three kings, once you see land in the east, row towards it, then let the current take you.”

The three men then pointed towards the river, where a small boat was tied to a tree. When Timothy turned back, the three men were gone, he looked around trying to find them, bet they were now-where to be seen.

He walked toward the boat, and inspected it, he didn’t know much about boats, but everything seemed to be there, hole major holes in the bottom, and there were two ores inside. He untied the not with surprising ease, and pushed the boat the short distance to the river, which rushed passed at a running pace.

The trip was long and tiring, and the sea was wild.

Looking in his bag, he found several things, including a loaf of bread, spare clothes and more importantly, a compass. He checked he was heading south, and grabbed the ores, and rowed as hard as he could.

The journey was perilous and he picked up a few cuts and grazes along the way. It got very late dark when Timothy first felt tired when it was almost pitch black, the stars shone brightly, and Timothy lay in the boat in the now calm sea. The air was fresh. He drifted of, looking at the clear moon lit sky.

Panda

You have the gift!

Excellent!

not finished yet, im half way through chapter 5 ... its no where near finished yet

You like it?

Yes, I am enjoying it very much!

Very descriptive and you write very fluently and with ease.

One question...Why is Helen considered a King?

Please continue...

Well i was making it up as i went along and its the land of the kings. This isnt ment to be a place in modern day. ... i describe her land in abit more detail in the next few chapters ...

If i called Helen a queen the title wouldnt be as good (the 2 kings and a queen of old) !!!

Also i cant think of a name for the place as a while, im just called it the northan lands, middlands, and southenlands ...

Have you figured out the symbolism of the layout and colours of the land of the kings?

Let me print it out and get back to you in a little while for such deep analysis...I told you, you have the gift!!!!

The golden city

Timothy woke up with the sun; he must have drifted along away during the night, and the sea was golden, with the morning sun shining on it. Looking into the water showed the gold was made by millions of tiny fish, moving on mass in the same direction Timothy’s boat was travelling. At this point Timothy looked around, looking for some sign of land. But there was no sign of it. He looked at his compass, and noticed he was floating westwards, so he grabbed the ores and rowed east, hoping to get to this distant land.

His rowing lasted an hour, but eventually, he saw land. A glimmering city on the horizon, the first things he saw in the distance was a great tower, it made of white bricks, with gold drapes hanging from the top.

Timothy was silent; he could hear the shore in the distance, but not much else.

Suddenly, A great horn rang out from the land. The current was speeding up, and was dragging the boat toward the land.

The horn drone got louder as he got closer to the white city, and he could now make out figures on the beach, and as he got nearer still, he could hear the people talking, and he noticed they weren’t concentrating on him. He was travelling towards a market.

Timothy heard a voice shout at him from the shore, “through me a rope” the voice said, he did this, and the man caught it, and tide it to a hook on the ground, and pulled the boat towards the land.

Timothy jumped onto the stone floor, with his bag on his back. The man then held his hand out, as if expecting to be paid for his help. Timothy didn’t have any money, so he walked passed the man, as if he didn’t know what he wanted, as if he were a foreigner in a distant land and didn’t know there customs … which he was.

The market was a big place, but everyone seemed to know there way around, picking up strange fruits, clothing, perfumes, and other goods that Timothy had never seen before.

After a while of walking around he noticed that all the shopkeepers looked the same, they were wearing the same white uniform, with some sort of silver trinket in there hair.

The stalls were made of wood, but painted white, and all the good were laid on silk clothes. The market soon ran down an alleyway, which was hard manoeuvre through all the people. It went into the great all that ran around the town.

When Timothy got through all the people and into an empty courtyard he stopped. A passageway ran around the courtyard, with thin pillars so people could see onto the rather large green. Timothy slowly walked around looking at the elegant seats that lined the walkway.

After 10 minutes, 6 large men, wearing elaborate white clothes, approached Timothy and each had long white hair and pointy ears. The man who had helped him tie up his boat joined them.

The man said, “That’s the one, he didn’t pay” pointing towards Timothy and looking at the “large men”.

“Follow us please,” said one of the men, he had a soft slightly echoic voice.

“What have I done?” asked Timothy, wondering why these men were accosting him …

“You’ll find out, just come with us,” said another, giving him a slight push. Five of the men walked with Timothy towards a door near the end of the walkway, while the sixth turned to the man who helped with the boat,

“That’s all, you can get back to you duties now” said the large, elf like man, and the other man walked off towards the market.

The men followed Timothy up a set of marble spiral steps and into a corridor with wooden floors and golden walls; it had many doors running down each side, and had a large oak door at the end, this door had silver handles, and golden patterns making it stunning to look at.

The six of them walked towards the final door, with people stopping what they were doing as they passed open doors, whispering to each other and pointing.

Northern: color white
Midlands: color green
Southern lands: color black? You haven't specifically talked about this kingdom, have you? It sort of meshes with the crimson prince and his land of banishment for the Midlands King Transmere.

I want you to know that while reading this in my living room, huge winds blew in shutting all the doors inside and to the outside of my house. Even saloon doors in the middle of my house flew.
Wicker baskets and plants fell over and flew to the ground....my house is a mess now.
And now currently there are huge winds.
What have you stirred up in this house?
My cats are growing crazy, I've been mauled.

So are there great and mighty winds in this story for the future?

(its not in the future ... more like from the past in a distant place)



You will never guess what, but when i was writing it last night, a storm was passing over, thunder and lightning and wind and rain ...

I might write in this wind and rain inro the story .... but i wont spoil it

I would have thought you of all poeple would have got the symbolism of these three places ... oh well

I havent said everything about the southern lands for a reason, thats going to be near the end (i hope)

How can I just up and guess these three places without any mention of the South Kingdom?

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heaven: northern kingdom
Earth: midlands
Hell: Southern

between midlands and southern "purgatory"

Did I get it???

It won't be exactly like that ... but yes. Because the king of the midlands sends only the bad to the south ... all though there might be a back door to hell

But shouldn't the "king" from the Northern Kingdom be the one to banish someone to the southern kingdom...because after all, midlands is just an earthly king.

The northen king might have a bit of influence on the midlands king ... your'll see how close the northen kings "castle" is to the midlands king's "castle" in the next chapter.

(notice how im trying to make the elf like "guards" like angels with kind ecoic voices ... what else do i need to make them )

eunechs

you said it !!!

The Eternal Freedom

They reached the end door, it literally shone and Timothy felt overwhelmed, the door seemed to have a power much greater than his.

Two of the men opened the large double doors, taking a door each. It was fairly dark in the hallway in comparison to the room, the light streamed through, which made Timothy have to shade his eyes with his hands.

Timothy made to step over the threshold, but one of the men stopped him, and walked in front of him, and proclaimed “This …” He looked back at Timothy “…boy did not pay for his mooring, what shale we do with him?”

“Leave him with me” said a loud, female voice from within the room. The voice was powerful, and from the eco that resounded after this the room must have been very big.

Timothy was left alone, as the five men around him walked back down the corridor. Timothy’s eyes followed them back and watched them as they closed the door the six of them had entered from.

When Timothy looked back forward and took his first step forward a voice mad him stop by whispering by his side “Be careful what you say, this is the king.” The man that said this was nowhere as big as the five that had brought him here, but had the same pointy ears and wore similar clothes as them. He had a quill in his hand, and had just walked out of the room nearest the door.

This thought didn’t make Timothy feel any better, he knew he was in trouble now, if he had been brought to the king. But a friendly voice from inside said “Please, don’t be worried, come in.” the voice seemed to sooth him, and willed him to enter the room.

As he walked over the gold line that lined the room. As his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he noticed a figure move across the room, and go through a door on the south side of the room. He then noticed a young woman sitting in a large chair on the opposite side of the room. The voice from the chair spoke again

“Come over here,” the voice was still kind, and soothing.

“I don’t have money, that is why I couldn’t pay that man” Timothy said, hoping that being up front would get him in less trouble. “I only have 5 strange coins, but I doubt they would be of any use here”

“Bring the silver one here, I believe I may be able to help you.”

Timothy did so, and as he got nearer to the woman, he noticed her beauty, and her long brown hair, with blonde highlights. Her gold throne looked very comfortable with its white cushions. And the drapes hanging on the walls made the room look brighter than it really was, with only two windows in this room little light came in. The was one window on the south wall, over looking a castle that had vines running up the walls, and the other window was on the east wall, that over looked a town of complete bliss, everyone could do what they wanted, but everyone was kind to each other.

“My trip here was long, and I have many burses and cuts from my journey” he said as he looked through his coin bag and showed her the silver coin, with strange writing on it. As he did this, he noticed that the person on the back of this coin looked like a male version of the woman sitting in front of him.

“This is one of my fathers coins, but for this writing on it,” she said, taking the coin of him. But a strange feeling came over Timothy as she brushed his hand as she took the coin of him, all the aches and pains that he had gained on the long boat ride to this strange place had gone. He looked at the woman, who smiled at him, then looked at the coin.

“I know about you tasks, and that is why I will let you off not paying. I am Helen, King of the north; my father is king of a place called Meteton, but used to live here, ruling over all these parts. He was forced to leave by the crimson prince, who stole people from him, and killed them, leaving him in fear for his people. He once said a boy would come, and destroy the prince’s throne. This boy would need some help though … so I give you this bracelet” She took off a bracelet from her wrist, and waited for Timothy to hold his arm up.

Timothy was astonished, he didn’t know anything about destruction, and he didn’t want the responsibility. “I … I …” He began

Helen smiled, “Alright, I understand. I know your task; you must find the segment of the stone. It says it on the coin, which you will need” she said handing the coin back to him. “Go out that door, and through the third door on the left, that’s all the help I can give you. It will become clear enough though. Go, go now.”

Timothy turned towards the door, and started to walk, he was thinking about what Helen talked about, and he got to the door before he realized, and as he opened it, and walked though the door seemed to shut itself on him.

No doors opened to see who was walking down the corridor this time, nor was they’re anyone whispering to each other. It was quite, and dimly lit.

Coming to the third door, he noticed that instead of a door handle, it was a small round indentation, about the size of a coin.

The White City

Timothy placed the white coin he still had in his hand into the indent.

As it did with the tree back in his own country, it started rotating, and after some time it opened, and the coin disappeared into the wood of the door. Timothy pushed the door open, and found himself walking into an alleyway, it was fairly dark, but only because of the high wall either side. He walked through the door, and like the large door it closed itself. Timothy looked back, but there was no door there, the alleyway stretched along way in that direction, but no door, he went back and felt the air where the door used to be, but it wasn’t, there was nothing. He tuned around once again and walked in his original direction, and walked till he got to a cross road, there were many people walking up and down it, almost all had smiles on there faces.

Timothy walked across the road, and into the opposite alleyway, he didn’t know why, but he thought he noticed something down there, a light or movement, and wanted to know what it was.

He found himself at a dead end. It looked like a solid wall. He began to walk back down the alley. He was halfway down the alley when a small man came running at him with a sharp sword, which made him run in the opposite direction, looking behind him at the madman running towards him, he didn’t realise he was running towards the wall, nor had he remembered it. He found himself running straight through it, and into an open area, nobody could be seen. He stumbled for a bit, and recovered. The man didn’t come through the wall after him, and it was silent.

Looking around the large room he was now in, he figured out he was in a large hall, with pillars going up to the high ceiling, they were cathedral like, and had decorations going all the way to the top. The hall led to a painted wall, and had mosaic running up to the wall. There were a number of statues, of people in hooded cloaks.

Suddenly a small light appeared in a part of the painted wall. Walking up to the light, he found that it was coming from within a secret compartment in the wall, the rays of light coming out of the gaps. He went to open it, and saw it was a painting of a book, with the letter W in a large letter on cover, he didn’t know what this meant. He picked at the edges and forced the compartment open. Inside was a stone, very much like the first, but this one was white and not grey. He picked it up, and the door shut with a snap.

Timothy felt the floor tremble, and the pillars started to shake. He put the stone in his bag with the other one, and started walking out, the trembling got worse, and a large stone dropped from the ceiling, and landed not that far away from him, and Timothy froze, he didn’t know what to do, the building was falling down, and he was a long way from a set of doors at the other end of the hall.

All of a sudden two of the statues came to life, and picked Timothy up by the arm pits, and ran him to the door, and the pillars behind them fell with a resounding crash, with each pillar as they got nearer the door.

As they reached the door, it flung open, and he was thrown out of the building as the building Crashed to the ground.

Hey Panda,
I'll print the news ones off since I last printed.
It's a holiday here and I am on a break....so I will print, read, and get back with you. Keep it up! Great story.

Thank you, the last couple of days i took a break from writing ... a bit of writers block, but also tiredness

Sometimes we just gotta write when inspired or its crud anyway....or sometimes plod on anyway....but I find you cannot force the flow, ya know?

You've inspired me to go back to writing....thanks.
I mean writing with pen and paper. The reason why I originally got onto this forum was because I enjoy writing..

But I find I write better with pen and tablet rather than a keyboard...probably because that's how I started as a young pup...old habits rarely die...and new ones? Well, they're just new.

By the way, I like to write music to the penned words....I am surrounded by synths and recording equipment at this very moment and yet since I joined INR I have been channeling creativity thought and other forms of writing into here....time to step back and sublimate in my chosen arena....but I would love to read your stuff and encourage or add questions and such.

You mean youve dusted off the old chistal and stone?

Do you mean chisel and stone?

Yes, aren't we all masons of some sort?
Some have personalities and hearts of stone, and you try to chisel away the artifice, and then you just plain give up.

I recommend leaving those alone and finding a better hobby.

Travelling to the woodlands

Timothy was left on top of a flight of stairs, which led to a path, which led to the entrance to a forest, and that is all he could see from where he was.

He walked down the steps, and down the path, and then looked back. He saw the city he was leaving, and he felt he didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t know how to get back in, and he knew he had to get one, the rest of the stones had to be found.

Following the path, winding around hills, looked much shorter, from the building in the city, he could not see any longer, to the forest, he still has a while to go before he could find an entrance into the forest …

After an hour of following this continuous path, he can to a large gate. Looking either side for another entrance, but none could be found, there seemed to be something in the way for as long as he could see. He walked up to the large white gate, and there was an old man on the other side, sitting on a stool writing a book. As he got nearer the man saw him coming, and quickly stood up. The man seemed to look the same as the people from the place he had left. It might have been the different surroundings but he looked different.

“You can not come back once you come through sorry.” Said the gruffy voice through the gate.

All of a sudden another man appeared out of the forest with a dull and angry face. He had a thin plank of wood in one hand. This man was shortly followed 2 large pointy eared men, they wore green clothes, had a bow around there shoulders and a sharp sword in there hands. The first man to come out saw them follow and faced them, backing up as they proceeded on him. As the two larger men began lunging at him, the man dodged them with ease. One got the plank of wood to the head, knocking him a fair distance, the other go it right between the legs, but had no effect.

“Eunechs!” shouted the man. And was grabbed by the first larger man who had been hit in the head and recovered. This man was then carried into the forest, struggling.

While this was happening the man with the book had sat down and began writing in it once more.

“Can you please let me through?” demanded Timothy “I haven’t come through before!”

“Of course you have, you’re on that side, I’m on this side, and if you hadn’t come through here before, where did you come from?”

“Over the sea” he said as he placed a hand on the gate. As he did this, his sleeve slipped down to reveal the bracelet the king had given him. At first the man was planning on saying something about how one person could bring a boat that far, but he saw the bracelet, and became fearful for not allowing him through sooner. He opened the doors just wide enough for Timothy to get through, closed it once he had walked through and sat back down with his book.

Timothy was now in a completely new strange land. He walked into the forest, it was dense and soon, as he walked around the first bend it got very dark indeed. And he felt eyes continuously watching him, he didn’t know if these were animals or people, but as long as they kept themselves in the trees, it didn’t really bother Timothy at all. It was when he got to a clearing that he got worried. The clearing was dark, and exposed and it felt as though more eyes were looking at him.

The tree houses

Timothy had reached the centre of the clearing, when he felt for than just eyes. A hand had been placed on his shoulder. The hand belonged to a young boy, who had come from the trees above him.

“Quickly, it is not safe here” Said the boy in a gruff voice, not unlike a wild bear.

The boy then took Timothy by the arm and dragged him toward the opposite path that Timothy wouldn’t have seen had he been alone. The boy, after running for a while he slowed down, and said, “Someone has been following you! I think we have lost them … I’m Chordate. I live … around here. What brings you to this side of the forest, and moving away from the great gate?”

“I’m on a task, I must find some stones. Have you seen an indentation in a tree or wall that’s about this size?” Timothy said, showing Chordate the coin with the whole on it. The looked at it, read what was said on it, and said, “There’s a shape like this on the big stone, it’s this way”

The both of them then walked down the path, the feeling of being watched had passed, and Timothy’s attention had seemed to go towards Chordate and his stories of the trees and on his own stories of his travel up until that point. He found it comforting in this dark place to have someone to talk to, after his long journey, and being so far from home he wished that Chordate could stay with him as they reached the edge of the wood. But Chordate said, “I can not leave the forest, it is my home, and the danger of the elf guards to me is too great. The large stone that the shape is engraved is swarming with the large guards. No one from this kingdom is aloud near it. It seems to be sacred.”

When they got to the edge, and Chordate had said he couldn’t go on, Timothy turned around and asked, “Are there any other people in this kingdom, other than those in these trees?”

Chordate hesitantly said, “There, but we don’t talk about them, they chop down our trees, and are crazy about this thing they call money. They usually come down the path to get to the gate, they seem to be kind, and friendly, and I sometimes walk with them, and they talk about their life. I tell them that chopping down our wood will mean that we will have nowhere to live, and the path to the gate will disappear. But there is nothing they can do, because they have to go to the northern kingdom, and they can’t worn the others.”

“That’s terrible … if I see any of these towns I’ll try to worn them, I’ll try to tell them what they are doing, and what they are destroying”

“It won’t do any good, some of the people who come down here have told us that they tried, but they wouldn’t listen. There are other forests in this kingdom, but none as important as this one.” Chordate said, he waited for a second, and a horn blew from the tree tops in the distance, and in a rush Chordate said, “You must go, its getting dark, and around here, you don’t want to be caught outside in the dark goodbye Timothy.” With this Chordate turned around and ran down the path, back into the forest, and to timothy, it looked like he jumped onto a tree and climbed to the top in the distance.

I beleive there is a throne that can be seen through the arch of the big pillar that splits in two at the bottom. but essentually right

The reason i havent posted a chapter for a while is firstly, Im not doing it in cronological order at the moment, im writing a chapter, and ideas for chapters firthing into the story ...

And secondly i have put it into a competition where it could be published ... We'll see, but after September you will proberly see more of it if i dont win ... It going well though

Great to hear it Flying Panda...

Keep up the good work.

Just as an FYI, when you sign onto inreview they say they own the content of your posts......so just keep that in mind.

Well its not completly the same, i edit it, spelling, grammer etc.

I might not finish this story, just so INR doesnt own it