I Am Joining!

Hey! I am joining now! Hear is my first post.


Rangar was a young boy, fifteen years old. He lived with his sister, Tara, and his mother, Dolona. His father, Targelf, was the Duke of Garania. He spent a lot of time with his good friend the King.

One night as Rangar was eating dinner, he asked. "Where is Father?"

"He hasn't come back from talking with the King." Said Dolona.

"I know."

Rangar looked at his sister, she was ten. She looked worried.

"Don't be worried, Tara." Said Rangar. "It's only a one mile walk. He's done it hundreds of times."

"Yeah." said Tara "But look at those clouds!"

Rangar looked out the window. There were clouds as black as coal. His Mother gasped.

"He'll be alright." she said slowly. "Now go to bed."

Rangar walked up the stairs. He crept into his bed. He pulled the blanket over his head.

The storm hit fast. Thunder and lighting cracked across the sky. Rangar wondered what it would be like to be out in the storm. He got up to see Tara.

When Tara saw him, she whispered "I'm so scared!"

"Don't worry, he'll be alright." said Rangar reassuringly.

"What if he gets struck by lighting?"

"Well....I guess that could happen. But I doubt it. I didn't come here to scare you, Tara."

"That's okey. You can go now." said Tara quietly.

Rangar went to his bed and fell asleep.The next thing Rangar knew, it was morning. He jumped up and ran out of bed.

Dolona was making breakfast.

"Did Father came back?" he asked eagerly.

"No." she said shaking her head. "No he didn't. Now go, your sister is getting dressed and you should be too."

Rangar walked up the stairs. Then suddenly his Mother called him. "Rangar! Come here!"

"Yes?"

"Someone is here to see you."

He went down. In the kitchen was a man. He had a white beard, a staff, and a crown. It was the King!

"Oh! Hello!" said Rangar.

"Hello." said the King.

"King Rincein?"

"Yes."

"Is there any news of my father?" asked Rangar.

"No, Well.....there is a little bit.... Now come, sit down, I will tell you all I know."
"Well." Said the King sitting down. "The story of your father is very grave. We think he was captured by an army of dwarfs. They were seen last night."

"Someone needs to go find him!" Cried Rangar.

"There is no one to do it, but you and two others." Said King Rincien.

"Who else?" asked Rangar.

"I have them at my castle." said the King. "Do you want to meet them now?"

"Yes," said Rangar standing up.

"Then go." said Rangar's Mother watching them.

Tara came down. She had heard it all. She looked at Rangar. "Get dressed into some proper clothing before you go to the castle!" she said smiling.

Rangar did, then they went to the castle.

When they got there, the two others were waiting. There, sitting by the door, was a man. He had yellow, shoulder length, hair. He was wearing a helmet with horns on it. Next to him was an elf. He had pointed ears and almost white hair. The man had a bow and a quiver full of arrows, and the elf had a sword.

"Meet Dragorn, my best warrior." said the King pointing to the man. "And meet my elf, Elmiris. They will be good to you and protect you on your journey."

"It is good to meet you." said Rangar.

"And the same to you." said Dragorn and Elmiris.

"Now." said the King. "Go say goodbye to your Mother and Sister. After that, you will go."

"What? Leave that soon?" asked Rangar surprised.

"Yes." said the King. "Those dwarfs are very far ahead of you. Now go."

When Rangar got home, he told Dolona and Tara everything.