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Elias PMChristian in Maia (my made up world) |
Chapter 1: Diggin
Dusk was near. A slight fog was put against the growing darkness. A peasant named John was walked through a valley on his way home from work. Suddenly he stumbled! “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” John cried.
His leg was stuck in a mountain dwarf’s hole. John also noticed that there was a small bag near the hole, he turned the bag upside down and it’s contents fell in a heap: there was smaller bags of gold and jewels, some clothes were also there mingled with shards of china cups and bowls. Terrible tracks were mixed with dwarf tracks. John new that it had been in this valley a day before, but so he thought that those terrible tracks were those of it and it might have been attacking the dwarf. With a giant pull of his foot, John tore his foot out of the hole!
“I’ll not go home,” he said to himself, “I will look for more signs of it,”
And with that he walked toward a cliff in the valley, horse hooves covered that area the same tracks of it.
“It’s trying to catch a centaur!” John shrieked with laughter.
“What’s so funny,” said a tense voice behind him.
John turned to see a mountain dwarf standing behind him.
“Who are you,” John said, scornfully.
“Diggin son of Dasck, at your service,” the dwarf said, bowing slightly. Now I shall explain a bit about Diggin: he wore a ruff sheep skin and carried a short axe and wore a huge hat over his head. He wore no shoes (that were particular hairy) and he had reddish– orange beard –that reached his beard- his hair was reddish-orange.
“How many mountain dwarves are there?” asked John.
“There is: Me, Dasck, Gorsh, Babble, Gammy, Jod, Grammy, Dorin, Dorwin, Zorda, and Naggy!” replied Diggin.
“Uh-huh,” said John, this dwarf was annoying. “I’d better be going,”
“Aye,” said Diggin. “Me too,” And Diggin walked away toward the dwarf hole John had stepped in an hour ago.
John did not go home though, he walked toward the cliff. As he got closer to the cliff he noticed that there were strange carvings on the cliff. Carvings of men and centaurs and mermaids, mermen, and so on. John knew that if there were carvings on a cliff or a stone, that meant that a centaur was there.
“OH MY GOD!” shouted John. “I have been with mountain dwarves and such, but a centaur!”
John turned and ran, he ran until he got to his safe little cottage where dinner was waiting.
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