Okay guys, I know it's been a long time since my last update, and I do apologise, but life has been so hectic as of late. But anyhoo, this is my 50th update, if my maths is correct, and so I thought I'd continue on with my previous fantasy fiction update, the story of Tyree, and carry it on as another short story project to see what happens with it. In a way, this is an apology to all of you for being so behind on my writing, but also, it's a personal challenge for me to get back on top of my writing because I plan on entering some contests later in the year. So here we go, The Legend of Tyree.
You know the tales of the ancient hero, Tyree, the man who tried to free his people from the Reldanian Empire. That was an age ago now. The decades have passed and now the mantle of Tyree has fallen to his descendant of the same name - Tyree Dalfnen, third son of Lorae Dalfnen, great granddaughter to Tyree Hayde. This Tyree of this day and age was born and raised within the slums of an eastern town within Galastia, that of Vaymouth. Vaymouth, port of the east, waterborne jewel of the eastern coast as the merchants called it, a town of deceit, of corruption, of new beginnings. Ever since Tyree had proved himself a man in the trials of passage and growth, he swore that he would seek out and strive for a better life for himself and his mother. Upon growing further, as a man of nineteen, strong of body due to years of labour in the fields and stables, working hard for barely enough coin to live, Tyree became more and more aware of the exploits of his ancestor. It had been only one hundred and twenty years since his great great grandfather's heroic last moments of life and still the people of Galastia were oppressed, their spirits crushed once more beneath the iron clad feet of Reldania. Young Tyree decided that he would not stand for this injustice. Just as his ancestor rose to fight, he decided that something must be done once more, and that it was his rightful place in life to do so, to be the catalyst for his generation.
It was summer. Work in the field was hard as the sun glared down, cracking the dirt beneath Tyree's feet as he ploughed. He paused, wiped the sweat from his brow and cast his ragged shirt aside. He relished the heat upon his chest, but knew that he would have to stop to drink soon. With a sudden outburst of shrieking and flapping, crows stormed from the next field over, startled by something. Tyree grasped his hoe and hurried to seek the cause of the commotion.
There, in the next field, Tyree stood aghast as he saw a boar - at least, it looked like a boar, only much larger, and much more ferocious. The beast had multiple tusks, each sharpened to the finest and sharpest of points; it had a crest of horns like those of a bull atop its head and its eyes glistened a fierce and malicious red in the afternoon sunlight. There, before the beast, scrabbling backwards in the dirt, trying to escape the beast was an elven maid. Elves were rare in this part of Galastia, though they sometimes arrived with the merchant ships from other coastal nations - This was rare though, as few ever left their homesteads, so Tyree was stunned to see one within the outskirts of Vaymouth, almost as stunned as he was at the sight of the beast itself. It was then that Tyree gripped the shaft of his hoe tighter and, as if by instinct, as if ingrained into his very being from his ancestral heroic bloodline, he held the farming tool ready like a spear and charged, giving a gutteral roar as his feet carried him ever forwards at an increasing pace.
Tyree awoke, as if from from a night's slumber. His head ached and the sun was lower now within the sky. The elf was looking over him and held a damp rag to his brow. She was radiant. Hair as silver as the moon, tied in braids about her head and with eyes of deepest blue like the night sky. "Am, am I dead?" Tyree tried to sit up, but his body resisted. The elf looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling, "Not dead, no. Farmhand saved Kelni from pig demon. Kelni grateful." Tyree struggled once more and managed to sit this time. "Kelni. That's your name?" The elf nodded eagerly. Tyree looked over, his head still throbbing. There lay the boar-beast, hoe embedded halfway up the shaft within its side, the point of the tool's head jutting out through the beast's skull. "Farmhand fought with the strength of many men. Farmhand killed pig demon, but then Farmhand looked sick and fell to the ground. Kelni used magic of my people. Farmhand feel better now, yes?" Tyree only half heard her words through the pounding within his skull. He had killed the beast? He forced himself to stand and looked to the elf girl. He offered her a hand up and nodded "Much better, thank you. Your common tongue is a little rough." He paused and managed a smile, "And my name's Tyree..."
That's all for today folks. I'm gonna hopefully carry this on tomorrow.
Peace, love, and everything in between!!
Craiggy.
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