The Story
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Once when the world was considered old, as knights and wizards of old we're beginning to settle down from adventures of mystical dragons and famous battles. Their stories are told and shared by bards and story tellers all over the land, but one in particular has stories of his own. And children, peasants, and even people of prestige come by to listen to his tales. For he is the Wise man of a village in Normandy France, and quite the popular entertainer.
"Wise man Farn!" a very small voice comes from outside of a small wooden log home, surrounded by an abundance of trees. The old man was just finishing his breakfast of pork and bacon, due to his purchase with the butcher yesterday. He reluctantly looked toward his front door with a cheery smile on his white bearded face. He stood up, limbs straining but seeming with relative ease he continued his tall ascent upward to stand. His wooden chair being pushed back as he made his way threw his door, snatching a very large brown robe and pointy hat, slipping into them while he pushed his front door open. "Good morning Wise man Farn!" the small voice peeped at him, his old eyes looking toward the source to discover it being a little girl. Long red hair with a few freckles on her face with an adorable smile to top it, with much of his cheery mood he smiled at her as he made his way to an old wooden rocking chair. "Good morning Ariana, why do you bless me with your cheery face this morning?" the old man peered at Ariana. "Well, I wanted to hear one of your stories! I haven't got the chance to hear one, my momma said they we're too violent for little ones." Ariana stated, in an excited but pout like mood.
"Is that so?" Farn began to stroke his long white beard, as if pondering. "Speaking as if you've grown up! Well I suppose I can tell you one." Ariana gave out a smile of joy and with a bounce in her step sprinted up to Farn's wooden porch, where she sat cross legged. "Well then, I suppose you haven't heard of the adventure of Orin Bearlord have you?" Farn asked Ariana with an aged white eyebrow cocked up inquisitively. "No Wise man Farn!" Ariana replied, showing eagerness to hear it.
"Well then! Once in a land just like our very own, once lived a man named Orin... he was young, handsome, and most of all brave!" Farn began to tell and give an outlook of the main character...
...Orin stood upon a large stump, wearing a large brown cloak with fur braces around his forearm. Holding out a long staff he used to support himself as he gazed out into the thick forest, peering searchingly as he put his tanned hand to his forehead, also using it to move his blondish white hair from his hazel eyes. "Something doesn't seem right here." Orin announced as he watched trees get pushed away, shrubs crushed, and a large brown furry like creature mow his way threw the forest.
Ariana gasped "What is it!" Farn chuckled "Listen, and you'll find out!"
(Note: Wanted to give this a shot, not the best writer in the world. )