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The Kheives
The mist rolled through the trees in the small woods of the woodcutter. Regen was busy chopping log after log, his long black hair flying lightly in the wind. As he carefully stripped the bark with his dark brown eyes, he examined each log before throwing it into a pile. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his long, brown leather sleeves and sat down to rest, thinking to himself. "Poor Nubluta," he thought. "I hope she isn't mad at me for chopping down her beautiful trees."
Suddenly, he heard a noise in the woods and stood up to investigate. A man stumbled out of the trees, muttering angrily. The man had long golden hair down to his shoulders and large blue eyes. He walked slowly with his sun-tanned hand on his face, which was smeared with blood. His dark brown clothes were also stained with blood. He walked forward, muttering angrily. "Ugly Nubluta, how she grows fatter by the minute. Fatter than all the beasts who eat skulls," he muttered.
The woodcutter looked at the man, and the man looked at him. "What do you want?" asked Regen as he put his axe down. "Revenge on Nubluta," said the man, clenching his fists in anger. "I'll kill her."
"You cannot," said Regen, "but why do you want revenge? What has she done?"
"She made me lose my companions; now I cannot find them. She will pay," said Ronever.
"Forget about it. I will get you a bandage," said Regen. "Then you can find your group."
"Do you not know who I am?" cried Ronever. "I am Ronever, the greatest thief in Aerd's history. Well, maybe not the greatest, but a great thief. Hunaruan, the lord of Lafniap, is hunting after me and my gang. How dare you?"
Then suddenly Ronever threw his dagger at Regen, who stumbled over a rock as the knife sunk into his arm. Ronever ran into the woods laughing. Regen slowly rose up and began walking to his small hut, blood dripping from his arm. He grasped the handle of the small brown wooden door as Ronever came from behind laughing. Regen suddenly turned around and saw Ronever holding a large rock above his head. Regen pulled the dagger out of his arm and began to lean against the door with the dagger in his hand. Ronever screamed as he jumped upon Regen and swiftly bashed his head. Regen fell to the ground as blood streamed from his head.
"Take my pain," said Ronever smiling.
Then he picked his knife up off the ground, looked at Regen's still body, and smiled. "That's one scum-bag down," he thought. "Now, I'll find my gang."
Regen ran up onto the woodcutter's stump and looked down into the prairie below. He smiled at the sight of it and sighed. "When we take this kingdom for ourselves, I'll come here every month with whoever else wants to come," he thought as he looked over the prairie below. "Comea" he corrected himself.
Then he looked along the small creek and saw his friends in the distance. Danbar and Rabnad, the twins, could be seen running back and forth frantically searching for him with their dark green eyes and long black hair that flew lightly in the wind. A little way from them could be seen Zabrag and Garbaz, the other twins that looked just like Danbar and Rabnad. They all wore rich silk robes that matched their hair.
Ronever laughed as he began to run down the hill into the prairie. "They look like funny running around the creek with their robes flying behind them," he thought as he ran down laughing. He ran down to the foot of the hill and began to run along the creek. He was smiling and laughing as he began splashing the water.
"Over here!" he cried. "Over here!" He began to wave his arms back and forth. Danbar looked up, smiling, and began to run towards him.
"There you are," he said. "We must've searched everywhere for you."
"Scum!" he cried as he punched Ronever flat on the face. Ronever looked at Danbar with a look of surprise on his face.
"What was that for?" he asked as he got up and took a step away from Danbar.
"You have made us search this whole prairie because of your stupidity," replied Danbar.
"What?" cried Ronever. "I've done nothing wrong. It was that woodcutter, but I stole something from him. It was my first theft, and this is how you treat me?"
"Well, what was his name?" asked Danbar. "And what did you steal?"
"Oh, well, his name was, uh, Nubluta," lied Ronever. "Some witch. I want revenge on him. He gave me this wound," Ronever pointed to his wound, "and I stole some meat from him. He had a whole barrel of it behind his house. I couldn't take the barrel, but I got a few bags of it." Ronever stopped and pulled out two bags from his backpack. "Here," he said. "Taste it."
Danbar took a piece of the "meat" out of the bag then threw it to the ground. "You fool!" he cried. "You think I eat bark? You are the dumbest thief in the history of Aerd. Bark, huh?"
"I'm sorry," said Ronever. "I thought it was meat."
"It's okay," said Danbar. "Maybe next time, taste it before getting it. If you can't tell meat from bark, come. The others are waiting."
Danbar led the way up the creek and into a small pile of shrubs. Ronever saw that they had made a hut-like structure in the corner, where Rabnad Zabrag and Garbaz were sitting. They looked exhausted and had angry expressions on their faces.
"What's the problem now?" asked Zabrag. "Is it wine that is actually blood? or is it chicken that is really a rock?"
"Well, at least we could drink the blood," said Ronever. "Did we?"
"No," said Danbar. "Who would drink blood? Now Ronever, you're going to hurry back up to that Woodcutter's house and find us some real food, not bark and rocks."
"But he's a witch," said Ronever. "He'll kill me."
"Men aren't witches," said Garbaz, getting up and clenching his fists. "Now go get us some food."
Ronever turned away and began to run up towards the Woodcutter's house. He looked up at the hill ahead and could see the Woodcutter's stump. He smiled as he reached the foot of the hill and sighed before beginning to climb to the top. As he neared the top, he began to fancy what might happen.
"Maybe he's up there with his axe, waiting for me to come so he can whack my head off. Or maybe he's waiting by the door so he can stone me," he shivered at the very thought of it.
The Kheives
The mist gracefully weaved its way through the dense trees of the small, secluded woods belonging to Regen, the skilled woodcutter. He tirelessly continued his work, chopping log after log with precision and expertise. His long, ebony hair danced in the gentle breeze, adding to the ethereal scene. As he attentively inspected each piece of wood, his deep brown eyes captured every detail before tossing them into a neatly organized pile. Wiping the beads of sweat from his brow with his worn brown leather sleeves, Regen sat down to catch his breath and reflect on his thoughts.
"Poor Nubluta," he whispered, concern evident in his voice. "I hope she isn't angry with me for chopping down her beautiful trees."
Suddenly, a jarring noise echoed through the woods, capturing Regen's attention. He swiftly stood up, eager to investigate the source. A disheveled man emerged from the dense foliage, muttering angrily to himself. With his golden hair cascading down to his muscular shoulders and piercing blue eyes, he walked with a deliberate slowness, his tanned hand pressed against his blood-stained face. The man's dark brown clothes also bore the marks of crimson. As he approached Regen, his anger was palpable.
"Ugly Nubluta, growing fatter by the minute. Fatter than even the beasts who feast on skulls," the man bitterly muttered.
Regen looked at the man, and the man looked back at him. Curiosity bubbling within him, Regen inquired, "What do you want from me?" He cautiously set his axe aside, prepared to address the stranger's concerns. "Revenge on Nubluta," the man declared with clenched fists. "I will not rest until she pays for what she has done."
Perplexed, Regen probed further, "But why seek revenge? What has she done to you?"
"She's responsible for the loss of my companions. I can't find them anymore. And for that, she will pay," Ronever claimed through gritted teeth.
Regen's expression softened, compassion washing over him. "Forget about revenge for now. Let me help you instead. I will find a bandage for your wounds, and then you can search for your group," he offered sincerely.
Ronever scoffed, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance. "Do you not know who I am?" he sneered. "I am Ronever, the infamous thief known throughout Aerd's history. Perhaps not the greatest, but a formidable thief nonetheless. Hunaruan, the lord of Lafniap, hunts for me and my gang. How dare you underestimate me?"
Without warning, Ronever hurled his dagger toward Regen, causing him to stumble over a nearby rock. Regen winced as the blade pierced his arm, a flash of pain seizing him. Ronever laughed maniacally as he disappeared into the woods, leaving Regen alone to deal with the throbbing wound. Slowly rising to his feet, Regen made his way to his modest hut, blood trailing from his arm. Grasping the handle of the weathered brown door, Regen heard Ronever's sinister laughter approaching from behind. Instinctively, he pivoted to face his assailant, clutching the dagger tightly in his trembling hand. Ronever's face contorted with malice as he raised a large rock above his head. Seizing the opportunity, Regen swiftly retaliated, driving the dagger into Ronever's chest. The thief recoiled in pain, his laughter transforming into a cry of agony. Regen, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from the wound on his head.
"That's one scourge removed," Ronever murmured with a sick smile, his words dripping with malevolence. He retrieved the fallen dagger, casting a cold gaze upon Regen's lifeless body. "Now, I shall reunite with my gang."
Meanwhile, Regen's friends, Danbar and Rabnad, identical twins with dark green eyes and flowing black locks, frantically searched for their missing companion near the small creek. Not far from them, Zabrag and Garbaz, identical twins who mirrored Danbar and Rabnad's appearances, sat on the ground, their faces etched with exhaustion and frustration.
"What calamity has befallen us this time?" Zabrag growled, weariness evident in his voice. "Are the drinks we found actually blood? Or has the chicken we had turned into rocks?"
"Perhaps we could have at least partaken in the blood," Rabnad suggested with a hint of sarcasm. "No, we did not, Zabrag. Who in their right mind would drink blood? Ronever, where are you?"
Ronever suddenly sprinted toward them, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Look at you all, frolicking by the creek with your robes billowing behind you," he chuckled, savoring the moment. He reached the creek and gleefully splashed water in the air.
"Over here!" Ronever called out, wildly waving his arms. Danbar spotted him and rushed forward, a smile breaking across his face.
"There you are! We've scoured this entire prairie searching for you," Danbar exclaimed, a mix of relief and irritation in his voice.
"You scoundrel!" Danbar growled, his fist connecting with Ronever's face. A look of surprise flashed across the thief's features.
"What was that for?" Ronever asked, taken aback as he stepped back.
"You made us search this entire prairie due to your incompetence," Danbar spat, his frustration seeping through his words.
"What?" Ronever protested, his voice laced with indignation. "I've done nothing wrong. It was that woodcutter's fault! Besides, I did steal something from him. It was my first theft, and this is how you treat me?"
Curiosity piqued, Danbar inquired further. "What was the woodcutter's name? And what did you steal?"
Ronever stumbled over his words, attempting to concoct a believable story. "Well, his name was, uh, Nubluta. Some sort of witch. I seek revenge on him. He wounded me," Ronever pointed to his injury, "and I managed to pilfer some meat from him. He had a whole barrel of it behind his house. I couldn't carry the entire barrel, but I procured a few bags." Ronever rummaged through his backpack, showcasing two bags to Danbar. "Here, taste it."
Danbar skeptically plucked a piece of the "meat" from one of the bags before promptly discarding it onto the ground. "You imbecile! Did you honestly think I would eat bark? You truly are the most inept thief in Aerd's history. Bark indeed," Danbar chided.
Apologizing sheepishly, Ronever replied, "I am sorry. I mistook it for meat."
"It's fine," Danbar reassured him, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Next time, perhaps taste it first before claiming it as valuable loot. If you can't tell the difference between meat and bark, come on. The others are waiting."
Leading the way along the creek, Danbar guided Ronever toward a cluster of shrubs. The twins had managed to fashion a makeshift shelter within, where Rabnad, Zabrag, and Garbaz were eagerly anticipating their return. Weariness etched on their faces, they watched as Ronever joined their ranks.
"What has caused the commotion now?" Zabrag groaned, his voice tinged with frustration. "Is the wine actually blood this time? Or has the chicken transformed into rocks?"
Ronever took a step forward, determined to rectify the situation. "Well, at least we could have drunk the blood," he quipped with a wry smile. "Did we find anything else to eat?"
"No," Danbar replied curtly. "Who in their right mind would consume blood? Nevertheless, Ronever, it is time to prove yourself. Return to the woodcutter's abode and retrieve actual food for us. Not bark or rocks, but something substantial."
"But he's a witch," Ronever hesitated, a tremor of fear palpable in his voice. "He'll surely kill me."
"Men are not witches," Garbaz interjected, rising to his feet and balling his fists. "Now, go and fetch us food."
Ronever turned away, diligently following his comrades' commands. He sprinted toward the woodcutter's humble abode, scanning the hill ahead. As he reached the bottom of the incline, he allowed himself a small smile before ascending. The anticipation of what awaited him fueled his imagination.
"Perhaps the woodcutter lies in wait, brandishing his axe, eager to sever my head from my shoulders. Or maybe he lurks at the door, ready to pelt me with stones," Ronever shuddered, playing out various scenarios in his mind.
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The Kheives
Mist drifted gracefully through the trees in the small woodland where Regen, a skilled woodcutter, worked tirelessly. He chopped log after log, his long black hair dancing in the wind. With his dark brown eyes, he carefully examined each piece before adding it to the growing pile. Wiping sweat from his brow with his worn brown leather sleeves, Regen took a moment to rest and reflect. "I hope Nubluta isn't mad at me for cutting down her beautiful trees," he thought, concerned.
Suddenly, a noise caught his attention, urging him to investigate. A disheveled man stumbled out from the woods, muttering angrily. This man, with his golden hair and piercing blue eyes, had blood smeared across his face and stained clothes. A wave of anger surged through him as he muttered, "Ugly Nubluta, growing fatter by the minute. Fatter than the beasts that feast on skulls."
Regen looked at the man, and the man looked back at him. "What do you want?" Regen asked, setting his axe aside.
"I seek revenge on Nubluta," the man clenched his fists, rage in his voice. "I'll kill her."
Regen, concerned and curious, asked, "Why do you want revenge? What has she done to you?"
"She caused me to lose my companions. I can't find them anymore. She will pay," the man, named Ronever, said through gritted teeth.
"Let go of revenge for now. Let me help you. I'll find a bandage for your wounds so you can continue searching for your group," Regen offered sincerely.
Ronever scoffed with arrogance. "Do you not know who I am? I am Ronever, a well-known thief in Aerd's history. Maybe not the greatest, but a skillful thief nonetheless. Hunaruan, the lord of Lafniap, is hunting me and my gang. How dare you underestimate me?"
Suddenly, Ronever threw his dagger at Regen, causing him to stumble over a rock. Ronever fled into the woods, laughing. Regen, in pain, pulled the dagger from his arm and made his way to his small hut. As he reached for the door, Ronever appeared behind him, laughing. Regen swiftly turned around, holding the dagger, only to be struck on the head by Ronever with a large rock. Regen collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from his wounds.
Ronever grinned victoriously. "One less scum-bag," he thought. "Now, I'll find my gang."
Meanwhile, Regen's friends Danbar and Rabnad, identical twins with dark green eyes and long black hair, anxiously searched
In the small woods of the woodcutter, the mist rolled through the trees. Regen was hard at work, chopping log after log with his long black hair fluttering in the wind. As he stripped the bark off each log, his dark brown eyes examined them closely before throwing them into a pile. Wiping the sweat off his brow with his long, brown leather sleeves, he sat down to take a moment's rest. But his mind couldn't help but wander to Nubluta, the owner of the trees he was chopping. He wondered if she would be upset with him for cutting down her beautiful trees.
Suddenly, a noise from the woods caught his attention, and he stood up to investigate. A man stumbled out of the trees, muttering angrily to himself. The man had long golden hair that reached his shoulders, complementing his large blue eyes. His clothes, dark brown in color, were stained with blood, and his face was smeared with it. He walked slowly, his sun-tanned hand pressed against his wounded face, ranting about Nubluta growing fatter by the minute and comparing her to beasts that devour skulls.
Regen looked at the man, and the man looked back at him. "What do you want?" Regen asked, placing his axe down. "Revenge on Nubluta," the man replied, clenching his fists in anger. "I will kill her."
Surprised by the man's words, Regen questioned him, "But why do you seek revenge? What has she done?"
"She caused me to lose my companions. I can't find them. She will pay," the man, named Ronever, responded.
"Let go of your vengeance," Regen advised. "Let me get you a bandage so that you can find your group."
Ronever's expression twisted in disbelief. "Do you not know who I am?" he cried out. "I am Ronever, the renowned thief of Aerd. Well, maybe not the greatest, but I am known. Hunaruan, the lord of Lafniap, is hunting me and my gang. How dare you?"
Unexpectedly, Ronever threw a dagger at Regen, causing him to stumble as the blade imbedded itself in his arm. Ronever darted into the forest, laughing. Regen, holding the dagger in his hand, slowly rose to his feet and made his way back to his small hut, blood dripping from his wounded arm. As he reached for the handle of the wooden door, Ronever emerged from behind, laughing. Regen swiftly turned around and spotted the large rock held above Ronever's head. Reacting quickly, Regen used the dagger to defend himself, leaning against the door. Ronever let out a scream as he lunged towards Regen, bashing his head against him. Regen fell to the ground, blood streaming from his wounded head.
"Take my pain," Ronever said, a smile spreading across his face. Satisfied with his act, he picked up his knife, glanced at Regen lying motionless on the ground, and thought, "That's one scum-bag down. Now, I'll find my gang."
Regen's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself on the woodcutter's stump, overlooking the picturesque prairie below. A smile graced his lips as he gazed upon the beauty and sighed. "Once we claim this kingdom for ourselves, I'll come here every month with whoever else wants to join," he thought, correcting himself with a chuckle.
His eyes wandered along the small creek where he spotted his friends in the distance. The twins, Danbar and Rabnad, with their dark green eyes and long black hair, could be seen running back and forth anxiously, searching for him. A little farther away, Zabrag and Garbaz, who looked identical to Danbar and Rabnad, sat with exhausted expressions on their faces. They all wore matching silk robes that matched their hair.
Ronever laughed heartily as he dashed down the hill into the prairie. "Look at them, running around the creek with their robes billowing behind them," he thought, finding amusement in their antics. Laughing, he called out, "Over here! Over here!" Waving his arms eagerly, Danbar caught sight of him and began sprinting towards him.
"There you are! We searched everywhere for you," Danbar exclaimed.
"Scum!" Danbar shouted as he struck Ronever square in the face with a punch. Ronever looked at him, stunned by the sudden attack.
"What was that for?" he managed to ask, taking a step back from Danbar.
"You made us search this entire prairie because of your foolishness," Danbar replied, frustration evident in his voice.
Confusion washed over Ronever's face. "What did I do wrong? It was that woodcutter, Nubluta," he fabricated. "She's some witch. I want revenge. She wounded me and I stole some meat from her. It was my first theft, and this is how you treat me?"
Curiosity piqued, Danbar inquired further, "Well, what's the woodcutter's name, and what did you steal?"
Ronever stumbled over his lie, "Uh, his name was Nubluta. Some witch. I want revenge on him. He wounded me and I took some meat from his barrel. Couldn't take the whole thing, so I grabbed a few bags." Ronever pulled out two bags from his backpack. "Here," he said, offering them to Danbar. "Taste it."
Danbar picked a piece of the "meat" from the bag and tossed it to the ground in disgust. "You fool! Do you think I eat bark? You are the most foolish thief in Aerd's history. Bark, really?"
"I apologize," Ronever replied meekly. "I thought it was meat."
"It's alright," Danbar responded, trying to ease the tension. "Next time, try tasting it before taking it. If you can't tell meat from bark, come on. The others are waiting."
Leading the way along the creek, Danbar guided Ronever into a small pile of shrubs. There, Ronever noticed his friends, Rabnad, Zabrag, and Garbaz, sitting with exhaustion etched on their faces, their expressions filled with anger.
"What's the problem now?" Zabrag questioned. "Is it wine that's actually blood? Or perhaps chicken that's really a rock?"
"Well, at least we could drink the blood," Ronever interjected. "Did we?"
"No," Danbar replied. "Who would drink blood? Now, Ronever, you need to go back to that Woodcutter's house and find us real food, not bark and rocks."
"But he's a witch," Ronever protested. "He'll kill me."
"Men aren't witches," Garbaz retorted, clenching his fists as he stood up. "Now go and get us some food."
Ronever turned away, making his way back up the hill towards the Woodcutter's house. As he looked up, he could see Regen's stump at the top of the hill. A smile crossed his face as he reached the bottom of the hill, exhaling deeply before beginning the climb to the top. Each step closer to the summit, his imagination began to run wild.
"Perhaps he's up there, axe in hand, waiting for my arrival so he can decapitate me. Or maybe he's lurking by the door, ready to pummel me with stones," Ronever shivered at the thought of it.