The V&K Chronicles Part 1

The V&K Chronicles 1

Our story starts in the ancient Germanic village of Gnik Nosaes, with it's old mud and clay built houses, it's shopping centers with walls and roofs made of sticks from large trees, the beautiful stone-made 'Saint Anne's Catholic Parish',and the very welcoming people of the town of Gnik Nosaes itself. A man deciding to take his horse and ride out to the countryside just outside the village was enjoying his privacy and relaxation. This man was almost 6 feet in height and had light-brown hair, light brown eyes, slightly pale in complexion, and wore a red tunic with blue leggings. He wore a golden belt below his almost barely slightly chubby belly which had a dagger in a sheath. This 22-year old, a peace-loving, very Apollonian-natured boy with moral values, always enjoying and attending his church and doing all possible to retreat from irresponsible and thoughtless tendencies and to do good for himself, his values, his friends, and his life. His name is Troh Vidda. He got off his horse and petted it after standing on the cool, lush, green grass, lightly stroking the white and brown-spotted colored horse. He walked a little closer to the edge of a large forest that made the wind feel fresh when blown through the forest and right to the person standing in or behind it. He sighed carelessly and happily at the wind blowing in his face that smelled so fresh, so good. He suddenly opened his eyes and whipped out his dagger...he heard voices among the trees, whispering, moving voices, and he gulped as he looked up a the trees, seeing nothing but the leavees and branches of the trees swaying left and right agains the darkness of the forest itself. He started walking backward, turning around and running back to his horse as the sun was beginning to set and ride back into his town and to his home to warm-up and kick back.

Troh Vidda and his horse moved back into Gnik Nosaes and Troh got back off his horse and led him to the stable in the back area just behind his house. He made sure his horse was comfy and well-prepared for rest and walked back into his clay-house, preparing some ale and cooking up some wild onion-flavored broth with mushrooms and onion bits in the soup itself. He stayed awake for a little bit until it was completely dark and decided it was time to at least get under the covers. He stared at the light-brown ceiling of his room as he laid comfortably in his bed, thinking...he had a great job, being paid well for his skills at repairing broken carriages and carts and helping rebuild areas of houses in the village and sometimes in other, distant villages along with other friends and members who worked with and helped him. He was closer to going from the lower-class to the middle-class more and more everyday and it didn't seem too long now, seeing that his pay got better the more efficiently he did his jobs. He could only hope that he could live very well one day without any problems. 'But,' he thought to himself, 'I wish I had a woman to love and care for like so many other guys, not everyone, but I need to find a lady I can look after and be happy with.' To the woman's eye, Troh could very well have been considered attractive, but he was also a little shy, which more or less could make a lady attracted to him. But anyway, Troh decided it was time to count the sheep and stay a few hours in dreamland. Thinking of his personal life right before bed led to him being even more unsuspecting of what dreams he was about to rest with and how they would impact his future....

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