Journey of the Realms: Friendship

FRIENDSHIP
when young Torien goes to the woods to escape cloacked hunters who have been following him for 4 years, he climbes up a bushy tree. When he leans to close to what the cloacked men are saying, he falls into their clutches at last. What he finds though, is these hunters are actually his friends, the townsfolk, his enemy along with many other an evil. As he excepts a quest with no knowledge about it, or what he is getting into, he is thrown into a periless journey, where friendship is the only thing that can save him.

Torien raced through the woods. He tried to avoid the woods and not go there as much as he could help it, but this time, the woods were the only thing that could hide him. You see, cloacked people had been looking for him ever since he was fourteen. In time, the villagers had disposed of the early cloacked ones, but more cam, and over time, learned all his hiding places but the woods. A forest bat fluttered past him. This was why he hated these particular woods. Full of rebel outcasts and mixed up breeds of dwarves, (and don't get Torien wrong, he likes the good dwarves in the woods and everything) which mostly looked like dwarves who were the main ingredient in an expierement gone wrong. Dwarves weren't the only thing in the woods. Forest Bats and worst. There were also Nabtins, small ogres, luchwides, some demons, some small vine-creatures, some rare realm-magic inforced Gors and worst of all, holes to the drows. Torien, running all these things in his mind, ran faster. He heard voices echoeing in the woods. He climbed the bushiest tree he found and stood deathly still. "We've been following for years, let's call in another group" groaned a voice. "You know why we don't do that"? asked another voice sinisterly "because we need him"!. "And why"? sneered the other voice, "because of some century old parchment where a supposed prophecy is written, and for all we know, a low peasant could have written it, we found it in the ditches didn't we"?. Then when Torien leaned too close, he fell, tumbling down the oak. He landed with a groan. "There he is Dein" said the voice that was sinister just a minute ago. Torien gott up to run but was caught and pushed back into a tightly formed circle. "What do you want with me"? cried Torien. "You are in the prophecy" was all the man said. "What"? cried Torien. "You must go on a quest, for the realms, this is all i am allowed to say" said Dein. "No information on why"? asked Torien. Dein shook his head. "How do you expect a man who isn't even twenty yet, to go on some quest without any knowledge why he is"? inquired Torien. "All we can tell you is, the whole world is doomed if you do not go, and you may find an unknown talent" said the cloacked men together. "Release your hood so i may know who i am dealing with" said Torien. Every cloacked person shivered uneasily, all except one. "I alone have the authority to release my hood" said the man. "Why" asked Torien. "Old Magic" the man replied, then he took his hood off. He seemed kindly enough. "I except your quest" said Torien.