L0neArtist

Chapter 1, Easing of the Evening Slowly did the sun set in the west as the rolling auburn fields rippled before the sweeping of the wind. The birds swooped as they sang sweetly, and the wild grain whispered and shifted and whispered again, and as the south-west current swept through the fallow land the clouds followed in their wake, for the spring season was nigh at hand. Such was the time as the Miremonth. Atop the few knolls the rare walnuts and oaks that grew there stirred their leaves in response to the cool breeze that drifted through so gently. Then suddenly, ever so quietly, all was still. Until footsteps could be heard coming from a road behind a small rise cutting through the stalks of grain, a mouse scampered away while a bird shot into the air, after a few moments a person’s head peaked over the rise carrying a sturdy walking stick. A boy was strolling on the path toward his home, and he knew his destination well. In this individual were a clear mind and forward manner. His