1 Chapter 1 Humble Beginnings

Sunlight streams through the windows of the tiny cottage, illuminating the dusty interior with warm golden rays of light. A young teenage boy stirs on his straw mattress, roused by the lights rude intrusion.

This boy's name is Dorian, a rather meek young man of 17 years with long, messy almond hair and bright blue eyes. Tall and stocky for his age, standing 6'4", his lanky appearance is deceiving due to the lean muscles that cover his body from his hard work around the village.

"Brother can you go fetch us some fresh eggs for our morning breakfast," A young girl asks,peering into the mess that is Dorian's room. " You know it wouldn't hurt for you to tidy your room up as well," The young girl states. This young lady is Dorian's younger sister Alice. At 15 years of age, most would guess higher due to her uncommonly mature demeanor.Standing just shy of 6', she shares Dorian's almond hair color and blue eyes. However, her hair, instead of following Dorian's messy style, cascades down her back in soft flowing curls.

"Five more minutes sis," Dorian grumbles as he rolls over with a huff.

"You know if I give you five minutes, you would sleep for half the day," she sighs as she carefully traverses her brother's messy room,shaking him until he finally gets up.

" Uggghhh fine I'm up I'm up," he states as he rises up, throwing his covers back and shuffling over to his clothes chest at the foot of his bed. He dons his normal work attire before shuffling out the door to collect eggs for their morning meal. After a few minutes and the dodging of several angry hens Dorian stumbles back inside with a grumble,carrying the mornings bounty of fresh eggs.

" Thank you brother, now if you don't mind can you gather your dirty clothes and tidy up your room, I am doing laundry today." With a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement, Dorian shuffles back to his room to begin cleaning. After about 20 minutes, Dorian's sister calls him into the next room and the two tuck into their modest breakfast of sausage from the local butcher and farm fresh eggs. "Oh by the way, Mica came by last night to request your help hearding his goats again. He says he will pay you very well if you do as good as you did the last time."

" I suppose I better pay him a visit then." Dorian replies,polishing off his breakfast and placing his dish in the wash basin. Mica had been a friend of the family for a long time and always treated the siblings well. With a yawn, he grabs his walking stick from his room,along with his father's sachel as as he heads twords the door and back out into the warm morning air.