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CHAPTER 1
Larent, was a very unruly peace-elf. The others despised him when he would run down the paths punching and kicking their animals, it was all they could do to keep their heads on when they even saw his face!
When he was about 10, he started berserker training with the urgals, the peace-elves arch enemies. He became a very skilled berserker.
When he was 11, he started crafting his own weapons, he had made a hackblade, and longsword, a dagger, a great sword, and a halberd.
When he was 12, however, one of his old pals, a 15 year old urgal named Zethril, hit Larent over the head with his fist, knocking him straight to the ground, Larent immediately rolled over, onto his back so that he could dodge oncoming attacks, he drew his dagger, and threw it at Zethril, the blade stuck in Zethrils shoulder, he ripped it out and tried to stab Larent right through the heart, Larent rolled out of the way just in time, he then kicked Zethril right in the face, making him fly backwards, straight into to training ring fence, Zethrils weight broke the fence, he finally regained his balance as two adult urgals were swinging their swords at each other while sparring, their attacks were far to powerful to stop in mid-swing, they had killed Zethril, overall it was Larent's fault, the urgal tribe leader had seen the whole thing, he then banned Larent from the urgal camp and he said that he would kill him if he ever caught sight of him again. Larent went home and went straight to bed, the only people he could call family, and friends, and the only place he felt comfort and safety, was now a threat.
CHAPTER 2
Larent woke up the next morning with a big lump on his head, he was expecting to smell the roostrich eggs being fried, but he didn't smell anything, he slowly got dressed, thinking some kind of danger was downstairs. He grabbed his longsword and always had it in front of him. He slowly walked, through the hallway, step, BOOM, step, BOOM, step, BOOM, step, BOOM, the sound of his own heart at first made him think the urgals were raiding his house, but then he realized it was his heart, it was in his throat, pounding, so loud he could have sworn the dwarves on the other side of the world could hear it! He quietly walked down the stairs, sword still in front of him, when he got down he looked around the kitchen, nothing, dining room, nothing, family room, nothing, he then looked out into his fathers prayer room only to see...................................................nothing.................................
Larent went out front, he saw nothing, he looked everywhere in town, he saw nothing, he had been... abandoned... The only people close were the draconians, Larent, having only three things to fear, was afraid of draconians... He had to learn to cook with nothing!
By the time the next week rolled around Larent had met a goblin friend that was teaching him to cook. In about another 3 days Larent was even better at cooking than even the goblin, and the goblin was an excellent chef!
To repay the goblin, Larent was training him how to blacksmith, and fight. The goblin finally told Larent his name one day " Me names Hugbutte, and you mah fwend!" "Really? My name's Larent, and you're my friend too!" Hugbutte was Larents only true friend he's ever had. Larent was so very excited, he wished he could tell his family... but then he remembered... they wouldn't care anyways, they didn't even care enough to leave him a cookbook, the WANTED him to starve to death!
The next day, Hugbutte wanted Larent to come live with him and his family, it just made Larent get upset, so he declined the offer, Hugbutte sadly sulked back to his home, 3 miles away from Larents' home. Larent went upstairs crying. He felt something soft and cuddly on his bed, it was the doll of Hugbutte that he had made for Larent, he got an angered look in his eyes, Larent rushed downstairs, grabbed his collection of weapons and started chasing after Hugbutte.
CHAPTER 3
Larent ran for 4 hours straight, and when he finally reached Hugbuttes house, he knocked on the door, Hugbuttes wife answered the door, "Is Hugbutte here?" asked Larent, "Noh, kee yeft awound free ares aygoe, kee fed vat kee fuss meva tummeen back" answered his wife. "Crap, what have I done?!?! HUGBUTTE no! NO! NOO! NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHH #$&#% mordga frigdeweden*$^&$%^$^$&%^$^&$^%^$&$* AHH#^#^#^$$^%^ JU&%%^^$&$", and with that Larent ran off towards the west.
CHAPTER 4
He traveled about 10 1/2 miles, and then, he realized, he was no longer in his own grounds, or the grounds of which he was neutral with... he was in the middle of urgal territory... He then looked up, away from the ground, and saw an army of urgals charging towards him from all directions! Larent was very unsure of what to do, so he grabbed the hilt of his dagger and looked at the ground for no apparent reason and realized that he was walking on a huge pile of daggers! THEY WERE EVEN IN THEIR SHEATHS!!! So he picked up as many as he could carry and hooked their sheaths onto his belt, drew his dagger in one hand and another in the antithetical hand he threw them both at different urgals, the daggers flew straight for them and hit their marks... Larent had enough time, only to throw two more daggers before he had been picked up and restrained from doing anything else by an unaccompanied urgal, Larent slowly moved his hand toward one of his daggers, but the urgal's tenure was too established, then all of a sudden he heard the urgal scream bloody murder, for it was a bloody murder... the urgal let go of Larent, and fell to the ground, revealing the Hugbutte had murdered the urgal, by that time the other urgals had come and formed a tight wall around Hugbutte and Larent, Hugbutte drew his sword from the urgals bloody and muscular back, and Larent drew his hackblade from the sheath on his back, Larent started apologizing to Hugbutte, but was completely traduced... Larent was very angered and he charged at one of the urgals, ducked as the urgal tried to hack his head off, got up, stuckthe sword straight out, slicing the urgal in half, the he spun around, killing 5 other urgals, leaving 12 of them, Larent look 5 knives in each hand and threw them at the urgals, leaving two, the two urgals started running in fear, Hugbutte quickly acted on it, he took his sword, threw it, sat down, concentrated with one hand in the air and open, and caught his sword, got up, and both of the urgals were dead. Larent wanted to know how he did that, but didn't want to anger him further, so he was silent... they both left toward Hugbutte's house.
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