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Adventurer 101 xx Ch 1 - Pt 1

When little Riddle opened his first book, he was greeted with the giant grins of mighty men and women draped with ragged clothes and bent armor. He saw sacks of gold and jewels, frightening monsters beheaded or caged. Weapons and maps, triumph and reward.

"I want to be like that," he thought. "I want to be an adventurer!" Riddle hopped up from a cozy little nook in his room to gaze at himself in the mirror. He imagined himself with a shortsword and dagger. He imagined sparkling armor encrusted with rubies. "How hard can it be?" 

Slinging around a leather bag onto his back, Riddle stormed out of his little hut determined to be an adventurer. He packed his books for guidance, a leather water pouch, and several snacks from the kitchen. That was all he needed, he thought.

"I'll go to town," Riddle huffed, "Surely there is some exciting quest for me to read about." 

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--- Kettle Town ---

Riddle's town was very humble -- dirt roads, busy marketplaces, crop-filled carriages pulled by feemocks. Most buildings were little huts made out of rock, brick, or clay. There were one or two bars in the town, and one decent religious tower, but Riddle knew he had to go to the town's center - the market - to accept a quest. He had seen many rough townsfolk gather near the center where the "HELP WANTED" flyers were pinned. Sure enough, the bustling crowd parted just right for Riddle to see the board in its paper-filled glory.

He shifted the weight of his bag around on his shoulders and walked up to the board. There were a few rough-looking men and women ripping off and reading one of the posters, no doubt on their way to a brand new quest. They glanced over at Riddle, puffy white hair all a-mess and pale lips curled with determination as he stepped up to the board. He squinted to read some of the posters - they were a little too high up for his eyes. The explorers with their scars and scrutiny paused and stared in confusion.

"Hey, pup, what do you think you're doing?" The woman with her ashy red hair tousled in a year-old ponytail reached out a hand to tap on Riddle's shoulder. The young adventurer looked at her.

"I'm gonna go on a quest!" The woman's campaign chuckled slightly.

"Aren't you a little young for that?"

Riddle shrugged. "I think I'll be fine." A tiny hand reached up, pointing at one of the posters. "Hey, can you read one of those for me? I can pronounce some stuff, but I don't understand what it says."

The woman rolled her eyes. She glanced at a few of the posters, skimming over them until she found something that was more "suitable" for someone his age. She tore it off and said, "Here, this one says that there's a herd of feemocks roamin' around without a shepherd. Somewhere in the east pastures of Kettle Town."

Riddle took the paper and smiled ear to ear. "Thank you," he said, just as the woman and the rest of the adventurers left the board. They laughed a few seconds later. Surely not at Riddle.

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--- East Kettle Pastures ---

"Hello, sir," Riddle said, greeting an elderly man on his porch who held a hand on his arching back. He leaned much of his weight on a sturdy wooden cane and had thick spectacles peeking out from his scraggly gray hair.

"Hmm? What's that? Who are you?"

"My nam-"

"Git off my land, trespasser-- Y-y-you little ol' hootnginny--"

"But I thought you had a loose herd of feemocks." Riddle swayed to the left to avoid a wrinkly hand that stretched out to grab his face. The old man's thick glasses didn't help much with his vision, it seemed. 

"Eh? Loose? Oh, darn, that's right! The shepherd! Where's that skinny little ba-"

"Um, sir-"

"-ker. Skinny little baker, that feller is, I tell you what. I hire him to herd my feemock fellas for no darn good reason. He should stick to making stupid cakes!"

"You asked for help from the town, see?" Riddle held up the poster with the scrawled letters "HE   L P P  WA  N TT ED" in shaky letters. The man raised a skinny hand to his face and wiggled his glasses to read. 

"... Hmm..." The old man stared at the sheet. And stared. Riddle pursed his lips and pushed the sheet slowly forward until it nearly touched the old man's nose.

"Ah, yes," the man exclaimed. "Come with me, boy. Gosh, where were you a few darn good days ago? My herd about eaten my entire yard!"


** End of Ch1 Pt1 **

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  • X-factor,

    Really fun chapter...really short. A lot of heart and humor mixed in. I found myself wanting more... Also, I wanted to know how old Riddle is.

    When there is internal thought is can be italicized so, "I want to be like that," he thought. "I want to be an adventurer!" can be I want to be like that, he thought. I want to be an adventurer! and then later, if you continue to use his inner thought, you just italicize again and remove the "he thought"

    I wanted more of his room described, maybe even a little more of Riddle described too...I wanted to see more of his environment before we headed out into the other unknown world. (not necessary, but a thought).
     

    You could describe what a feemock looks like since the reader doesn't...I found myself wondering if it were like a horse? a cow? a sheep? a bull?

    I wonder if it would be beneficial if the woman who speaks with him at the board with the postings also had an accent? Again, just a thought...actually I was expecting it ha ha


    Overall, fun! I'd keep reading!

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    • Ahh! Thank you! I know I didn't really give a lot of description to Riddle or the feemocks; I was thinking he would be described between the lines and over a small period of time rather than right away. If that's not turning out very good though, I'll fix it! Riddle's age is described more by his thought process and the way he does things, like hopping out of his room and suddenly deciding to go on a daring quest, or his inability to reach up or read help wanted posters. It'll be revealed later in a hopefully natural way. He's 13, though, for your sake, hehe. 

      And as for the feemock and area descriptions, I was actually planning on adding illustrations later... ^^' I did try to describe the herd animals, but it felt... unnatural? Only because Riddle had lived around them, unlike Pipper, who he's never seen in person before. But thinking through it again, you make a very good point, agh-- 

      Sorry about the room and town descriptions, too. He's really only there for a short time before he dives into a more description-worthy world. ;) I really like your thoughts on the woman's accent, though. I was thinking just some rough voice, but do you have any ideas? I'd love the feedback!

      Thank you so much for reading-- This and the first bit of story. I'm glad someone out there finds some humor in my book, hehe. Do please keep reading! 

      -- X

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