The Selik Weilders

Hey Folks!

So a while ago, like I promised I was going to try to get caught up on posting so I'm mass posting. Teach made us write a short story starting with "One dark and stormy night," And this is what I've come up with. Its not a short story but more or less a short chapter of the opening of a book. Enjoy!

One dark and stormy night, one you could hear the wolves high pitched yowl echo over the tree tops. The sound of crisp leaves crinkled under my footsteps. The sound of the forest kept all of my senses on edge even though this place had become common to me in the last few weeks. Tongiht though somthing was odd, I could feel a nose bleed coming on that was accompaning the feeling. I listened to the many sounds trying to pick out any sound that was out of place. I was so close to the fort, if I could just run for it. Tonight was supposed to be a night of tranquility, apparently it wasn't meant to be.

Adjusting the guitar case on my back I knelt on the ground. The sound of pulsing blood as it beat through my heart. I slid my Selik out of the neck of my guitar. The Selik was dagger like but instead of a metal blade it was replaced with wood from an elder tree, that looked like it was living. The wooden blade glinted like it was just cut from a tree, sap still moist on the surface. This Selik had secretly been in my family for generations and yet it was still as magnificent as the day that it was made. Leaving the guitar case behind I grabbed the guitar and ran towards the fort. I could hear the rustling of soming running after me.

Vaulting over a dead grarled tree, feet planted I drew out my Selik, poised to defend my self. "Daniliath! We've got friends! Bring Wynn!" I screamed over my shoulder. The pleas for help was followed from a strong confident voice, "I see you brother." I felt a body standing against me, the breathing from my comrade rejuvinated my vigor. We are the Selik Weilders and this is our story.