a taste of my new story PLZ READ AND COMMENT!!!

NOTE: this is just a taste of my new series/saga, Song of the weapons of war and peace clans. the first series is the empire, the first book in this series is The Fire-tree.

additional note: it is song of .... because the stories always start off in a village square with a song going on, to make sure there is no confusion i am writing it in story form (plus i couldn't write a song or a poem if it depended on my life... ok maybe i could but anyways, enjoy the first few paragraphs of my new series/saga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The morning was cold and foggy as people gathered into the cobbled town square. When the constant pouring of people had decreased to a mere trickle of ones who were late or those who lived outside of the town there was a sudden increase of excitement. The air buzzed with the melodic sound of people warming up there vocal chords and the steady hum of peoples remarks. Finally there was no more people trying to force their way into the overcrowded square, and the song began.

It was a song filled with courage, love, hope, sorrow, war, and peace. After several minutes of listening to the music the actual story began. It always started the same way, it was an ancient myth telling of fire raining down form the sky, and of living rocks who lived in a rich city on a mountain.

But why do I explain this to you? Why don't i just write to you the actual story?

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Long ago there was an ancient civilization of rocks living in the Leoar Montain. They were gifted blacksmiths, rumored to be the children of their blacksmith god, Leoatar. They were the Lamenting Rocks, thier name came from the sad sighs they made, which caused an intense fog. This fog covered thier mountain and surrounding areas, so as to obscure it from view. Only those worthy enough could find the hidden mountain.

One day a shower of fire rained down from the heaveans, penetrating the fog and dissapating it, the mountain was no longer secured in its blanket of fog. Nearby villages turned to watch the showering rocks and saw in amazement what the fog had been covering all this time, a beautiful city made out of gold on a mountain. The villagers soon became angry and jealous, how could they live in such splendor like kings when they toiled in the fields all day, working to survive?

Soon the villagers of all the surrounding villages had roused themselves into such a frenzy that the only way for them to get out of it was for them to control the great city.

As they were marching in the land of the Lamenting Rocks, two scouting squads saw them. They quickly gathered all of the flaming rocks from the sky in preporation of giving them to the angry villagers.