The Beaten Path. (prolouge).
#1 of Beaten path.
This was the first story I ever wrote, so please be gentle. when i post the rest bit by bit i'll take your opinions into account but won't change the story, for it is mine and mine alone.
The Beaten Path, the only thing as ancient as the human kingdom it surrounds, the only road binding humanity together. The kingdom -for it has no other name- is all we know, it consists of five cities, the capitals, aligned in a circle along the beaten path. Between them lie villages such as Craaeg, Irnton and... and Silverwood. the entirety of the kingdom lies on a perfectly circular road called the beaten path. Beyond the beaten path lies the forest, for it too possesses no name and we know nothing of it other than what the stone of Haar has told us, and that is simply that we must never enter it. The stone of har is an immense granit tablet, it too is ancient. It says :?NEVER STRAY FROM THE BEATEN PATH." To wander into the the forest is to defy humanity, most that have tried have never returned -suposedly eaten alive by the willd people of the forest :creatures thbat walk and talk like men but ressemble wild beasts. those who have returned have not been the same. they are branded as wanderers, and are condemned to wander, never can they stay in any place for more than a day, never to rest. They must walk until their feet bleed and keep walking. My name was Braael, I am a a wanderer and this...is my story.