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Regin Hardhammer · 07-28-2004, 05:52 AM

Eric roamed through the forest scanning the thicket for any signs of a clearing, but found none. He regretted chasing after the dragon so recklessly, getting himself totally lost. Although tired and hungry, he vowed to continue his search, pushing his aching body forward. This is no fun at all, he thought. Eric wondered what Eli was doing right now. He imagined his older twin being tucked into bed by Mamma and kissing her good night. Even though he had often been angry at his parents for favoring Eli, Eric still wished that he could hug them now and tell them that he loved them. He had never spent so much time alone in such a strange place.

Eric’s ears perked up as he heard the sound of flowing water just a few feet ahead. He rushed toward the noise and saw, to his astonishment, something that he did recognize, a wide river. His heart leapt as he remembered that he had often seen this river near his house and even played with his friends there. He also remembered that, afterwards he had forgotten to dry off before entering the house and his mother had given him a good scolding. Maybe, he hoped, she can scold me again when I get back for running off into the forest.

A little wooden rowboat lay on the bank and two oars were laid neatly inside it. Eric felt the squish of the wet mud between his toes as he approached the small boat. After pushing the boat into the river, he hopped in and began rowing. As the boat moved down the river, Eric’s attention drifted to the large fish swimming in the surrounding water and his stomach grumbled. If only I had brought my pole, he thought, I could have caught tons of them. The water splashing into the boat reminded him of the sizzle of fish being fried by his mother in the kitchen. He could almost smell them as he rowed. Eric remembered that his house was only a little farther down. After a couple of minutes he stopped where he was sure his house was and got out.

He walked a ways down the path when he realized that his jacket was wet, and he did not want to catch a chill, so he cast it aside. The jacket had once belonged to Eli and Eric had never particularly cared for it. Now thoroughly exhausted from rowing, he laid down in a bed of soft pine needles underneath a towering tree. It was not like the soft bed he had at home, but it was the best alternative he had seen all day. As Eric closed his eyes, he felt happier than any other time in his life. He was going home.

07-28-2004, 05:52 AM	#19
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Eric and the River Eric roamed through the forest scanning the thicket for any signs of a clearing, but found none. He regretted chasing after the dragon so recklessly, getting himself totally lost. Although tired and hungry, he vowed to continue his search, pushing his aching body forward. This is no fun at all, he thought. Eric wondered what Eli was doing right now. He imagined his older twin being tucked into bed by Mamma and kissing her good night. Even though he had often been angry at his parents for favoring Eli, Eric still wished that he could hug them now and tell them that he loved them. He had never spent so much time alone in such a strange place. Eric’s ears perked up as he heard the sound of flowing water just a few feet ahead. He rushed toward the noise and saw, to his astonishment, something that he did recognize, a wide river. His heart leapt as he remembered that he had often seen this river near his house and even played with his friends there. He also remembered that, afterwards he had forgotten to dry off before entering the house and his mother had given him a good scolding. Maybe, he hoped, she can scold me again when I get back for running off into the forest. A little wooden rowboat lay on the bank and two oars were laid neatly inside it. Eric felt the squish of the wet mud between his toes as he approached the small boat. After pushing the boat into the river, he hopped in and began rowing. As the boat moved down the river, Eric’s attention drifted to the large fish swimming in the surrounding water and his stomach grumbled. If only I had brought my pole, he thought, I could have caught tons of them. The water splashing into the boat reminded him of the sizzle of fish being fried by his mother in the kitchen. He could almost smell them as he rowed. Eric remembered that his house was only a little farther down. After a couple of minutes he stopped where he was sure his house was and got out. He walked a ways down the path when he realized that his jacket was wet, and he did not want to catch a chill, so he cast it aside. The jacket had once belonged to Eli and Eric had never particularly cared for it. Now thoroughly exhausted from rowing, he laid down in a bed of soft pine needles underneath a towering tree. It was not like the soft bed he had at home, but it was the best alternative he had seen all day. As Eric closed his eyes, he felt happier than any other time in his life. He was going home.