Fan Fiction ❯ The life of an Elf ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Mikeyguy 
Ain't got one yet
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Updated On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
Ain't got one yet
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Updated On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
THe Life of an Elf
Chapter 1: Free!
A young black man is seen walking in dense forest with a map in his hands. He stops to consult it often, frowning as he turns left and right to get his bearings. The young man was wearing a pair of light corduroy jeans and a forest dark green shirt under a forest camo jacket. On his back is a military pack and a short black scabbard, mostly hidden by the pack. On his shoulder was a duffel bag of the same color as his jacket. It wasn't hunting season so he was safe from being shot except by a poacher. The man stops and looks around, taking in the forest surrounding him with a sense of awe. Smiling, he consults his map a second time and turns to the left heading for a denser part of the forest.
After a few hours of walking, the young man stops and looks around, breathing deeply of the fresh air. Releasing a sigh, the young man sits down and pulls out a small marker, and begins marking his trail on the map he brought with him. Deciding that he had gone far enough, the young man stands and stretches. As he stretched, he changed in a way that was subtle and almost unnoticable, if you could call black hair taking a light brown color, loosing its curliness and falling down to cover the mans eyes, unnoticable. He also seemed to deflate slightly, loosing his stocky build. If one could see his dark brown eyes as this happened, they would be astonished to see a clear amber staring back at them. Releasing a sigh of happiness, the young man turned to the trees in the small clearing he had chosen, shielded from the outside world by a dense nest of trees that blocked out enough light for it to seem twilight in the clearing. The clearing was atleast 15 ft across, more than enough room for the camp he had begun to set up. The floor of the clearing was covered in a springy carpet of dead leaves, years of changing seasons forming a thick cushin on the ground.
Stepping up to his chosen tree, the young man, if that is what he could be called, reached out and touched the tree trunk lightly. Softly, a strange, ancient language slipped from his lips as he took on a slightly green glow. The green glow spread out to the tree, slowly engulfing it. The tree began shaking and creaking softly in the silence of the clearing, stirred by an invisible wind. After a few moments the young man continued in the ancient language, to which the tree responded with more creaking, as if they were having a conversation. Then the tree began creaking even louder and shaking harder, until with final shudder, a shower of leaves falling in the man's midst, it stopped. The tree had taken a new shape, its branches in the thickest part of the tree spreading out and curling up as if growig around something. The young man scaled the tree quicker than a man should be able to, mumbling softly to himself. Stepping into the area where the tree had spread out, he found it had formed a floor made of springy branches that had a deep woody smell to them. Once more speaking the ancient language, the young man patted the tree and hopped down to the clearing.
He gathered his stuff and began clearing a space in the center of the clearing, far from the trees. Once a section of the leafy carpet had been removed, he dug a shallow pit and gathered dead logs and brances to start a fire. The trees rustled around him and he responded in the ancient language, as if reassuring them. His fire started, he took out a small pot and made a query to the air. After a small bought of rustling, he headed out the clearing, veering to the right down a animal trail to find a small stream bubbling quietly. He filled the pot and returned to the clearing, his new home. Setting some tea to boil over the fire, the young man climbed the tree again with his pack and began unpacking its contents. Several more pots were found in the pack, along with some other kitchen implements. Out of the duffel bag, he pulled some extra clothing, a leather case, and some survival gear. After pickign through his stuff, he turned to a branch and made another query. Upon receiving the answer, he hopped out of the tree and checked his tea and the fire burning merrily beneath it. Seeing the tea needed a few minutes still, he stocked up the fire, ensuring that there was no chance of the fire leaving the small pit he dug and left the clearing again.
When the young man left, the trees of the clearing began rustling and creaking for minutes at a time, as if conversing. Unknowingly, the young man had awakened the forest around him, and a call was going out. The message traveled on the wind, faster than most means man had developed for himself. Soon throughout the entire forest and the surrounding lands, the same words were being repeated by plant life. In time, it reached a even more heavily wooded area in the northern reaches of the land than where the young man had settled. The people who inhabited this forest were first astonished, then curious, when the message traveling through their home became clear. Elves have been spotted in the southern part of the Ancient Forest.
A/N: Hey people, me again. So whaddya think so far? I'm a horrible storyteller....actually I'm a very good one. I just suck at making them up. Still I try, and I don't know why. Is my cliffhanger any good? Am I doing a good job with this story? Will I ever learn my lesson and quit trying to write fanfics? Will I ever stop asking stupid questions? Will we find the answers to these questions and more in the next chapter?
Chapter 1: Free!
A young black man is seen walking in dense forest with a map in his hands. He stops to consult it often, frowning as he turns left and right to get his bearings. The young man was wearing a pair of light corduroy jeans and a forest dark green shirt under a forest camo jacket. On his back is a military pack and a short black scabbard, mostly hidden by the pack. On his shoulder was a duffel bag of the same color as his jacket. It wasn't hunting season so he was safe from being shot except by a poacher. The man stops and looks around, taking in the forest surrounding him with a sense of awe. Smiling, he consults his map a second time and turns to the left heading for a denser part of the forest.
After a few hours of walking, the young man stops and looks around, breathing deeply of the fresh air. Releasing a sigh, the young man sits down and pulls out a small marker, and begins marking his trail on the map he brought with him. Deciding that he had gone far enough, the young man stands and stretches. As he stretched, he changed in a way that was subtle and almost unnoticable, if you could call black hair taking a light brown color, loosing its curliness and falling down to cover the mans eyes, unnoticable. He also seemed to deflate slightly, loosing his stocky build. If one could see his dark brown eyes as this happened, they would be astonished to see a clear amber staring back at them. Releasing a sigh of happiness, the young man turned to the trees in the small clearing he had chosen, shielded from the outside world by a dense nest of trees that blocked out enough light for it to seem twilight in the clearing. The clearing was atleast 15 ft across, more than enough room for the camp he had begun to set up. The floor of the clearing was covered in a springy carpet of dead leaves, years of changing seasons forming a thick cushin on the ground.
Stepping up to his chosen tree, the young man, if that is what he could be called, reached out and touched the tree trunk lightly. Softly, a strange, ancient language slipped from his lips as he took on a slightly green glow. The green glow spread out to the tree, slowly engulfing it. The tree began shaking and creaking softly in the silence of the clearing, stirred by an invisible wind. After a few moments the young man continued in the ancient language, to which the tree responded with more creaking, as if they were having a conversation. Then the tree began creaking even louder and shaking harder, until with final shudder, a shower of leaves falling in the man's midst, it stopped. The tree had taken a new shape, its branches in the thickest part of the tree spreading out and curling up as if growig around something. The young man scaled the tree quicker than a man should be able to, mumbling softly to himself. Stepping into the area where the tree had spread out, he found it had formed a floor made of springy branches that had a deep woody smell to them. Once more speaking the ancient language, the young man patted the tree and hopped down to the clearing.
He gathered his stuff and began clearing a space in the center of the clearing, far from the trees. Once a section of the leafy carpet had been removed, he dug a shallow pit and gathered dead logs and brances to start a fire. The trees rustled around him and he responded in the ancient language, as if reassuring them. His fire started, he took out a small pot and made a query to the air. After a small bought of rustling, he headed out the clearing, veering to the right down a animal trail to find a small stream bubbling quietly. He filled the pot and returned to the clearing, his new home. Setting some tea to boil over the fire, the young man climbed the tree again with his pack and began unpacking its contents. Several more pots were found in the pack, along with some other kitchen implements. Out of the duffel bag, he pulled some extra clothing, a leather case, and some survival gear. After pickign through his stuff, he turned to a branch and made another query. Upon receiving the answer, he hopped out of the tree and checked his tea and the fire burning merrily beneath it. Seeing the tea needed a few minutes still, he stocked up the fire, ensuring that there was no chance of the fire leaving the small pit he dug and left the clearing again.
When the young man left, the trees of the clearing began rustling and creaking for minutes at a time, as if conversing. Unknowingly, the young man had awakened the forest around him, and a call was going out. The message traveled on the wind, faster than most means man had developed for himself. Soon throughout the entire forest and the surrounding lands, the same words were being repeated by plant life. In time, it reached a even more heavily wooded area in the northern reaches of the land than where the young man had settled. The people who inhabited this forest were first astonished, then curious, when the message traveling through their home became clear. Elves have been spotted in the southern part of the Ancient Forest.
A/N: Hey people, me again. So whaddya think so far? I'm a horrible storyteller....actually I'm a very good one. I just suck at making them up. Still I try, and I don't know why. Is my cliffhanger any good? Am I doing a good job with this story? Will I ever learn my lesson and quit trying to write fanfics? Will I ever stop asking stupid questions? Will we find the answers to these questions and more in the next chapter?