The silent cold night fell upon the icy path. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them.
All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. He had defeated the once powerful and deadly Warlock a century ago. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and whispered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.”
The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect.
The elf fell off of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time.
All were stunned by this unplanned, event the high elf was nothing more but history
The chaos had spread like wildfire. One side the many elves said “ a war was necessary with human’s and dwarf.” The other side human’s and dwarfs were angry for the elves for blaming them for the death of the high elf. “ There were many elves who could have saved him to” said many human’s and dwarves.









Many mile’s away Ricky awoke after a nightmare. Unaware of what had happened a little less than a week ago. He saw and heard the rain pound at the ground as he looked outside to the deserted road. The sun hadn’t risen but, he felt a warm home like sense at the mill. It seemed like age’s had passed since the time he had seem his loving family. It had been many years since he was in touch with any elf. A smile always came across the elf’s face when he remembered home. The hill’s and mountains of Rushmore. He was going home today and that was final.
He was going to take the short cut home. A more dangerous but, significantly faster route. Rumour had it that many people had been slain upon this route lately.
Slowly admiring the mill’s for a couple of brief moment’s. He started to step away from them and closer to Rushmore. He greeted the local postman with a simple nod, who responded in the same gesture and with “good morning Ric.”
Ricky smiled and said “ mornin, Bob .”
“I’m going home.” said Ricky
“why?” asked Bob
“Yep, I‘m going home for good. I want to live with my parents again” Said Ricky still smiling devilishly.
“Well ok by.” Yelled the postman behind Ricky.
The path home was one Ricky had never been able to forget even though it had been half a century since he had last used it. He went to the local stable and bought a small horse at the price of 5 lendomes.
All he toke on this adventurous journey was a bow and arrow, some gold and a razor sharp sword. Wishing he wouldn’t need both. With one last look at the mill he directed his horse towards home.


As he neared the exit of this city, he remembered what it had taught him. He had learned how to accept thing’s for how they are. All the time’s he missed his mother’s cooking, he would remember to thank them for all the year’s they took care of him.

He had reached the forest of aekkkmid. If one was to stray into the forest without following a path they had never been found again. He carefully started crossing a broken and weak bridge. It was made of wood and rope It swayed but held their weight they were almost half way through.

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I think we need more information about Ricky. Why isn't he living with his parents? Who is he living with instead? Where is he? Why does he want to be with his parents, and why didn't he go before if he missed them so badly?

There are a lot of grammar and spelling errors, but those aren't hard to fix.

I didn't have any interest in this at all. I only finished reading it so that I could give you an honest answer to your question. Part of it is the writing style. It's just a personal preference, but I don't like it. I feel... out of touch with what you're writing about.

I think depth is my biggest problem with this. I don't know anything, you just sort of sim the surface of what's going on and asusme we'll go along with because... well because it's there. That doesn't work with most readers.

Good luck!