Saturday, May 31, 2014

Chapter 3 Draft one

Chapter 3 draft one



Chapter three: The Koosha Tribe
                Deep within the forest the light filtered through the massive trees above. Wild animals wandered on the ground, scavenging for food and water. A cool breeze swept the land signaling the approaching winter. In the village Hawkasuma and the other villagers were making preparations for the harsh cold that would soon be upon them.  
                Sitting inside his hut Hawkasuma sharpened his sword as he did every morning.  With a nostalgic eye he examined his sharpened blade. Long before his father had ever taught him to forge a sword he had been taught how to fix and maintain all of the equipment and tools, a skill that had earned him much praise with the Koosha clan. He ran his finger along the cool steel before returning it to its scabbard and resting it upon his back. He then grabbed his flute and pressed it to his lips to play a short tune. He was adroit like his mother, moving his fingers across the keys on the flute.
                As he played his little ditty, a young woman entered his home. Her dark hair and violet eyes highlighted her youthfully beautiful face. His foster sister Gelien stood in his doorway as she listened to the music that flowed from him like water from a river. She stood there unnoticed until she clapped her hands at the end of his ditty. “Your talent never ceases to amaze me,” she said.
                Hawkasuma smiled, “thanks.”
                “I heard that you are going with Faleon on the hunt today,” she began.
                “Yeah, I’ll make sure to be careful,” said Hawkasuma. He already knew where the conversation was going. It was only three months ago that her father Lugon lost his left arm while he was down below the village in what they called the heart of the forest.
                “Make sure to take care of Faleon as well.

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