The Drifter

[delvolver]

Tired, cold, hungry. The same feelings Delvolver has felt for the past 3 sun rises. He stops to listen for any strange sound, or a animal he could kill for his meal that moon rise, when he could pitch a good 'ole fire to warm his numb, cold body. The last thing Delvolver had on his mind was where he was going. He could only think of what he had turn his life into. ( Before i can continue the story i guess you'll need to know more about Delvolver)Delvolver was raised in a small village, Called Nuaerek. He had a caring family, love, warmth , food, friends. Tho, Delvolver barely talked and played with the little kids they called his friends. Delvolver thought he was old enough and he didnt need to play these childish games. He wanted to explore , live his life in mystery , have adventures and maybe sum day settle down with the love of his life. He always did want friends to play but the other kids thought he was crazy to want to leave the Village of Nuaerek. Delvolver took this very harsh, he swore he didn't need friends at all. Deep down inside he wanted to have a friend that would understand him. He set off 10 years after that , As a young elf he had hopes and dreams of become what he dreamed about for the past 10 years of his life. He set off with barely anything just some food and his black clothe pants , Brown tunic shirt, a black cape , with black clothe boots and flint to make fire and a little knife he used to skin animals or cut other things with..He set off now knowing where to go, he chose a direction and started to walk. ( now that you know more about Delvolver lets get back to him where we left off) He would not cave in and he thought "I did what i wanted to and this is the way i shall live than it shall be." He looked around and heard the sound of water slushing its way down a stream. He saw fish moving about... perfect he thought time to kill this pain in the stomach. It took Delvolver 2 scratchs and a bruised knee from falling down onto rocks, to catch 2 fish. He started to use flint or any material he could to start a fire. He finally got one started, he cooked his fish and ate them. He awoke to the sounds of a wicked laugh, he noticed he was hanging upside down from a tree and he could see his camp with the fire burnt out to the ash's. He pulled out the little knife he had in his belt and cut the string to his feet with one hand holding the blade and the other holding the branch. He managed to climb down. He didnt know what did that to him he just could remember the wicked laugh he heard. Delvolver gathered his things and chose anther direction and started to walk..

[delvolver]

He walked to his feet grew tired and sore. He found some comfort under a ledge of rocks , near the river bank. He chose to follow the river, thinking of the fine fish he ate the other sun rise that had past. Then he remember that wicked laugh. The laugh that grew chills that crept down his spine. He felt there was 2 eyes watching him. That right now he was being watched. He decide to start a fire and try to catch some fish before the sun went away. He managed to catch one fish he wasnt really knowledge in fishing , he just knew it looked like one and that it would be eatable. He had his fire going before the sun went away. His fish was cooking over the fire with sum twig set up he had made. He thought o his self what did that to him. What kind of creature laughed like that. He knew he wasnt going to sleep that night. He at the fish he caught , eating as if it was his last meal. Taking each bite to savior it. He dosed off a about a hour after after he finished his meal. Then he felt shivers of cold , pain jolt down his bones as he heard the laugh. He quickly took out the knife that was in his boot and he took a branch from the fire. He heard it again sounded like it was coming from the other side of the stream , into the woods. He stood shocked leaned against the wall of the rock ready for something to pop out right in front of his camp. He stayed like that till the fire went away, burned to ash along with his stick. The sun was coming up, he could relax some. He packed up his things and decide to go into the woods to find out anything he could about what was going on. He started to pass through bush's and weeds. Then he pushed a thick branch away and saw a path. He started going down the path wondering what he would see, or fight. He followed this path till the point where we was getting really tired. Then he turned past a tree and saw it. It was a hole in a huge rock. He could see something sticking out. He got closer and noticed it was a arrow. He put his hand it and pulled out a long thin bag, along with that arrow he saw. He open the bag up and a bunch of arrows was in it. Then he reached in father and pulled out a bow. It was so light , but had a weird red writing on it. He was excited for the first time in his life. He looked at every single inch of the bow. He looked around and decide his stay in this side of the stream was over and got his stuff and he made his way back to his old camp. He then .....