The ANDELONG
By A. P, Laisney (chapter 1 draft)
Prelude
Kingdoms rose and crumbled in the shadow of mountains. Few people became many people, and many people became strangers. Men hammered metal into swords and bent wood into bows, and timeless beasts took refuge in the shadows.
The Tip Of The Tale
Every day brings new things, but for each thing there is just one time.
All things are swept into the sea of time by the ever flowing river of days, and these may easily become forgotten, but let us remember a night, beneath the shadow of Eves and upon The Guiles of May, when the shoulder of a man as hard as wood struck Evron soundly and the sound of a blunt-pointed chastisement met his ears loudly.
“Why don’t you look around you, serf!” Odin’s unexpected blow caught him like a well-aimed lance catches a man from a horse. Knocked as he was from his haze and down to earth, Everon looked around to find himself in the grubby stone channel of an alley of The Keep faced with the growling giant Odin, the largest and least congenial man the region had ever conspired to be-knight. So it was that Everon held Odin’s disapproving glare not long before he gave a slight and cautious nod, turned his back slowly and continued down the alley no longer regardless.
