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A thought for a story I might make...


Deive sat, alone, in his bed, reading from the books of legends that he grew found of. He was a young man about the age of 15 with s dark brown hair that was cut into a wily shape. His shinning green eyes looked over the pages, sliding across his eye like a rat being chased down by a house cat. He wore simple clothes; a green cotton shirt with yarn around a tall collar to tighten it. White traveling pants made from thin fabrics to insulate- yet allow his legs to get oxygen. Two brown padded leather boots, slightly worn from working, and iron buckles on the tops. He had wraping tape over his right palm, an arcane feeling iminating from it.
"Deive! Come help me in the kitchen!" a woman called for him, her voice soothing yet demanding- obviuosly a mother.
"Yes Miss Anne!" Deive replied, shuting his book and placing it on a small table stacked with books of anceint seems. With one last moment he glanced out of the window to the sole mountain around. Its vison awe-inspiring. It was a tall mountain, ragged and chiped all around- making it impossible to climb. It tore through the clouds themselves and left a small opening to a blue sky behind it. On the lower part of the mountain was a small sanctum- built to honor the gods of the sky and suns- that sat next to a fleet of stairs that led to a door that was spoken to be the resting place of the gods.
"DEIVE!!" Anne called again, getting annoyed.
"Uh-uhm Y-yes Miss anne! I'm comming!" he shouted, getting up and running out of his door. The building was almost all a dark birch wood- except for the ground floor, wich was made of stones and led to a small furnace for blacksmithing. There was a couple steps that led to an in door patio where the kitchen was located. the building was decorated with small flowers on the tables, and fruits in a beautiful bowl. There were book shelves in almost every room- except for the room with a furnace, that only had an anvil, furnace, table with molds on it, and a shelf with tools. When Deive made it around the corner he had to go down the stairs that curved themselves to the main room, going forward, then left, then going down the rest of the stairs and turning the corner to an old woman wearing a blue gown and a white apron. she had grey hair and had wrinkles all over her fave and fingers. She wore a sculpted pair of glasses on her small pressed nose, and jade earings shimmering in the dawns sunlight.
"Now then... Would you be a dear and go to the market and bring me some milk... We're bone dry and I need some for your birthday cake..." she asked again, still very kind.
"Of course Miss Anne! I'll be back in just a minute!" he replied, taking a bow and strutting out the door.
"Ah what a fine boy..." she muttered to herself, gathering the rest of the items she needed.
Deive walked out of the door on the stone flooring into a small yard almost completly surrounded by trees- excwept for a small path that led south into town. Deive turned around- walking through a beautiful garden of flowers to the stable where an equily radiant horse stood at the side, her reins tied to a pole next to her food and water. She was a light brown with almost yellow looking tan mane. With a whinny she jumped up, standing on her back legs and rotating her front legs frightened.
"Shh, shh... Calm down Vill..." he said, gently rubbing her side. With his words the horse calmed herself, shaking her head with a flapping nose. "Thats a good girl... Are you ready to go to town for just a little bit?" he asked her, needing her permision before sadling her. With a small whinny she diped her head and stood calmly. Deive grabed a tan leather sadle and straped it unto her, being extra careful around her neck. He untied her rope and swung himself over her.
"Hya!" he called, gently tapping her side with his feet as she began a small walk down the path.
The surrounding trees were gorgeus, except for the slightly decayed ones- who only made up for it with the colorful fungus on them. There were pretty little wild flowers growing on the grassy paths around him. The path he took, however, was a tan dirt layed with small bricks in random places that had sunk into the ground.
After about 2 or three minutes he found himself curving around a zig-zag path that overlooked a bustling village. It had gardens all around and even a vineyard to grow grapes and brew wines. In the middle of the village laid a large build with a bright gold bell that shone in the light that grabed its beauty. The village's sides were protected by sharpened logs standing up, to make a defense against wild animals and bandits. The villagers were almost all in their houses, give or take the few farmers who tended to their small fenced yards of livestock. With the added beauty of the mountain that rested in the north-east, and the mountain range to the south- this village was a marvelous sight.
With a deep breath Deive said. "Ah... So wonderful..." admiting to the obviuos beauty. For it truly was, wonderful.