Thread: let's write a story together

anyhting between ONE to TEN words at any given time. It has to relate and makes a readable story.

I start:

in a far away land there lived

a prince under the name of slavio. he was grand and fancied himself to be the bravest of them all.

He wore thick wolf fur over his mithril armour when out scouting in the winter months. It was a particularly cold day when he decided to venture forth into the forest without remorse, the forest where he'd lose his soul, the forest where they dwelled.

as he walked through the bushes and fern, he could only think of lady penelope, the mysterious lady who only wore brown and pink and who smiled back every time he bid good day to her. then she would walk pass quickly,as if in arush, towards the little cottage at the end of the village.
he happened to know her name, purely by chance, as he heard the little boy she was with the other day calling her up as he ran towards her.

That little boy, with sunlight in his hair as he ran towards the Lady, he frowned as he remembered the circumstances in which he had been found. A gaunt orphan, cradled in the arms of nature, Slavio had chanced upon him one evening after a long, successful day of hunting.

and what a long and busy day that was. albeit, wet muddy and misty, was full of excitment to be had, from hunting on the planes of Turcia, the little valley down below from where Slavio was born and brought up. a large group of Salvio family's acquaintance had arrived for the day and amongst them was Sir Roven, a very close friend of Slavio's father Jaquobo.

He had found the boy with his father and Sir Roven, after the hunt, as they were walking home from the tavern. The merriment had been high, Sir Roven had been gone for several months, hunting with the Magi of Croscunt. The ale had spread through their bodies and Slavio needed to relieve himself. He stumbled over to a great oak, that lay just next to the old stone path, and pulled down his breeches. That is when the boy made himself known.

He peeked out from behind a large rock, his face caked with dirt and grime. His hair was a bright and brilliant blonde, reflecting glorious light off of its golden strands as he walked towards Slavio. The prince wiped a great lump of mud from the small child's face, causing the little boy to smile and show a blinding set of white teeth.

then it turned cold and started snowing.
It was time for both of them to return to the land of the warmth and the famous.