Prologue and a bit of Chapter 1(photo is of Snarly, Blue Fire's brother in his evil form later in the story which I am not publishing online)
In a quiet village at the edge of the woods, a little 3-year old boy played quietly in a puddle.
“What are you doing?” his mother asked, scooping him out and setting him on a dry patch of hay.
“Playing!” the boy replied.
“Oh, but you’re all wet.”
“I like being wet! I’m a fish.”
“No you’re not a fish.”
“Yes I am!” he said, defiantly.
“Alright, my little fishy, just stay dry.” The boy’s mother patted him on the head, picked up her skirts, and walked away, while the boy continued playing by tossing the hay all over the place.
But suddenly, the pounding of hoofs boomed throughout the peaceful village.
The boy’s father gasped. “The Warriors of the Woods!”
Cloaked men in blue and black armour stormed in, burning the houses, and killing the inhabitants. They took anything that looked valuable. There was chaos.
The boy screamed as the hay he was sitting on caught on fire. He cried for help, but in the chaos, no one came. The fire had formed a circle around him and it was closing in.
He saw his mother catch on fire and dive in the stream, putting it out. He saw her try to run to him to help him, but to his horror a burning building cracked and crashed on top of her.
His sleeve caught on fire. He screamed again. Suddenly, a cloaked man rode up to him and reached down and grabbed him, violently putting out the fire that burned through his sleeve. He wrapped him up in a mini cloak and set him in front of him on his saddle.
He heard his mother’s voice somewhere behind him... “Son!! Never forget! Always remember who you are, no matter what happens!!” Her voice faded away, as the man rode off.
“Keep your head down.” The man whispered to the boy as they crashed through the forest, branches whipping at their faces and arms. The man’s voice was manly, but soothing and sweet, giving the boy a false sense of security, so soon he fell asleep.
They screeched to a stop at a community nestled inside a crater in the area of the Woods that was burned away over a hundred years ago. The boy was helped off the horse, still wrapped up in his little cloak, and the burns on his arm burned bright red.
The man held the boy in his arms and patted his head just as an older boy ran over to him. The boy had spiky blond hair and his face was set in a grim smile.
“Dad,” he asked. “What did you bring from the raid?”
The man turned to him and his eyes sparkled. “Your little brother, Snarly...” he turned back to the boy. “...Blue Fire.”
A plate skimmed Blue Fire’s head before crashing into the sink.
“You do something yourself, fatso.” Blue Fire muttered, scrubbing at a plate shoulder deep in soap.
“Ew...unidentifiable stain...” Snarly groaned in disgust holding up another plate. He set it back into the sink and sighing. “Blue, I just knew it was a bad idea to put that whoopee cushion on the Dungeon Master’s chair!”
“He, we’re trainees! We can get away with anything!” Blue Fire replied, setting a cup to dry. “And, really, did you see his face? It was pretty darn funny!”
Snarly burst out laughing. “Did you see the prisoners cover their noses in fear!? Priceless!”
Blue Fire laughed harder, until he suddenly stopped. “Oh! I forgot the ‘no laughing’ rule.” Snarly stopped laughing too.
“Yikes! We nearly got in trouble again.” He gasped.
They heard loud laughter from the Dining Hall. “Somehow, I don’t think the Leader is very eager to enforce it.” Blue fire commented.
Snarly shook his head. “It’s not enforced at all.”
“Unlike the ‘no women’ rule! That’s really strongly enforced.” Blue Fire said.
“That’s one rule I don’t mind that much.” Snarly laughed, sticking a teacup to dry. He looked at it quizzically.
“I don’t know. They seem kind of nice.”
“How do you know? Have you ever met one?”
“No. Have you?”
“I’ve seen paintings.” Snarly bragged. “They have these lumps hanging from their chests! How weird is that?”
“They look soft.” Blue Fire commented.
“Or they could be hard as a rock!” Snarly pointed out, waving a butter knife in his face. He stared at that quizzically too.
“Then they wouldn’t be able to stand up so straight.”
“Maybe they only show them like that in paintings. What if they’re all hunched over in reality! Like this,” Snarly demonstrated. Blue Fire laughed and hunched himself up also.
Another plate flew. “Get back to work, y’ bozos!”
A short Warrior with glasses walked in. “I do believe they’re called ‘breasts’.”
“They have a name!?” Blue Fire and Snarly gasped in shock.
“Of course. Every part of the body does.”
Snarly’s face lit up. “Hey, Smartass! Have you ever met a girl?”
“Indeed I have.”
Find out what happens next in...
coming soon I have no idea when!