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I want you people to be as brutal as you want to be on my unfinished story. Also dont worry about the spelling and grammer I know it sucks but that is what spell check is for,(something that I dont have yet) so just bear with the mistakes in spelling thanks
Growing up in a small village town nesled within hundreds of miles of forest, almost totally cut off from the rest of the world lived a child, named Lance. As far back as he could remeber, was a constant mumble of unclear voices heard around him. His family always wrote it off as an active imagination, never sure if it was or wasnt imagination or something that only he heard. Over the years he learned to live with it, hoping that one day the voices cleared up or just stopped all together.
Waking up with a start, from a loud noise outside blank rushed to the window to see what was going on. When he gazed out and saw nothing that could have caused a noise that loud to wake him. Confused he went back to bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Waking up at dawn readying himself to do the work that was required from a farm boy at this time in life. Going down staires to eat a breakfast compiled of day old bread and cold stew from the night before. After eating his meager meal he set off to do his choirs. At lunch he stopped to eat and ask if anyone else in his family had heard the loud noise that woke him last night.
" You hearing things again?" grumbled Term the boys father, "I thought you grew out of that stuff?"
" The noises never stopped. So no one heard anything last night? asked Lance addressing the rest of his family.
Everybody else just shook there head not even wanting to give him a voiced answer. After a quick lunch of cheese and bread the family went back to work in the fields. While blank went to the forest to collect what wood was needed to cook and keep the house warm for the night. Blank always liked to do this, feeling a sense of belonging within the woods. After collecting what he thought would be enough for the night he started back to the house. When he heard the same noise from the previous night, only this time it was louder, a lot louder.
Deciding to go see if it was someone in need of help, Lance dropped all the wood he had collected and began running toward the direction in which he heard the noise. After about an hour of unsuccessful searching he decided to go back home. The only problem was he had lost his way. Not knowing what to do he began frantically shouting for help. When recieving no answer he began to wonder around the woods in search of the way he had came. After what seemed like hours, and when the sun started to set behind the hills Lance decided that it would be a good idea to try and find a safe place to spend the night . He chose a spot high enough in a tree to be out of reach of land preditors, and not be badly hurt if he fell out in his sleep. In the middle of the night he woke from what sounded like a meeting happining all around him. Not being able to see anyone around him,he decided to just lie there and listen to what they had to say.
"The prophsies are starting to come true" exclamed the first voice. "If something is done about this soon we will all but be destroyed". The fear that was in his voice made his voice sound higher then it usally would have been.
"Don't fear them yet. We dont know if they are realy happining or if they are just cowinsendences." even in the second voice there was fear, even thought it was less obvious then in the first one.
"That's hard to believe." said the first voice, the fear replaced with anger from being questioned.
"Stop if both of you!" yelled a strong voice. This third voice had attority and sounded like it was the leader of these invisible counsil members.
After about thirty minates of listning in silence to the bickoring members, and not fully understanding whats going on, and what these prophisies where Lance finilly got up the courage to ask what was going. He also wanted to know where they were coming from. "Whats wrong, and where are you? I can't see where you are even thought it seems you are all around me."
There was a rushed silence that came about the council. Lance just sat there in silence trying to hear what the voices were wispering to each other. Even though he wasn't able to hear but a though worrds of what they were saying he didn't like it. All that he could figure out was that the trees themselves were talkin to each other. But that was obsurd, trees can't talk let alone hold up a conversation amoung themselves. Getting the courege to ask againwhere the beings where and what they were talking about. After five long minutes of silence the third and strongest voice started to talk to him.
"How is it that you can hear us human? I didnt think your kind could hear the words spoken by the Arbor!" (The Arbor were myths of trees older then any other being able to speak to each other and even be able to move around the forest.)
With the look of utter astonishment Lance stared blankly at where the words came from. With a mix of fright, curiosity, and speculation Lance asked " I thought the Arbor were justs leginds from long ago? I didnt think your kind really exsisted in this world?
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