I decided to finally post something as i havent used this blog for a while. Any way ive been writing this story on a site called Fiction press, If you are interested in this part of the chapter read the entire of it and tell me what you think of it.
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2463917/1/
This is the first part so tell me what you think of it and if your curious click the link and check it out and theres a tonne of other good stories on the site too.
Whenever Seth Chatnell traveled through the widespread forestlands of the east he normally rode on horseback or some other animal for transportation. Unfortunately for him he lost his horse in a bet back in the town of Saidsir a few miles from his current position. He met with a group of friendly merchants; well at least they seemed friendly at first. It started with but a mere game of cards; they bid three coins of gold each, in the beginning. Seth wasn't much of a card player, though he liked to think himself one. It's easy to say he lost the first game flatly. Seth wasn't much for losing either, so he bid his expensive watch. He lost it. Seth then bid his tent supplies; he lost them quickly as well.
Seth went through all of the stuff he had that was not necessarily essential for his travels. One thing after the other he lost, quite pathetically really. Some of the objects he lost were sophistically fine and fancy. Like small one handed silver mirror, a finely crafted moose head trophy and a golden blade of which he enjoyed play wielding with. Finally he came to his last unnecessary possession, his horse locky. Seth regrettably bid her for the offer of receiving all things back and the entire of the merchant's caravan stock. Seth was not the type who would pass up an opportunity such as this. At first it seemed like he was winning, the cards in his hand all showed queens. Seth eagerly placed them face up on the table 'Queens' he said smirking, his arms and legs folded.
The merchant's smirk however, gave Seth the impression that he hadn't given up. The merchant placed the cards on the table one by one. 'Royal flush' Seth gaped at sight of them but knowingly gave up his horse in defeat. Seth's only possessions now a thick cape, knife, the clothes on his back and a small green bag he used to carry his food with. Seth had also bid all of his money. Seth tried his best to walk out with some dignity intact. The merchants got to him as they laughed at him. Seth walked out depressingly ashamed with what little he had left.
Now Seth was in the middle of the eastern forestlands. It was now nighttime. The fire Seth had set up crackled randomly as he threw more bits of pulled tree twigs and branches on it, to keep it from dying. Seth lay comfortably on his side, staring passively into the fire as it danced for him. The fire's warm glow radiated over him, keeping Seth warm. It was the middle of winter and the forests in this area were usually cold in the night. When Seth watched he could see the mighty frost claiming his soft warm breath as he exhaled air.
The dark forest that surrounded him bode him an ill will, though he ignored it coolly. Since the merchant incident back in Saidsir he had been walking in the forest for three days. Normally he would of reached his destination by now, the third town of the east. But without horseback it could take up to fifteen days by walk.
Seth continued to lay, listening, abruptly he sneezed. The forest sounds of the forest animals halted but then continued shortly after.
Seth could never hear enough of the natural sounds the forest made for him during the night. The crickets continued their chirps while the owls; bugs and Squirels scurried throughout the night. Most people thought Seth as strange for being that way, having such a unique trait. Though in reality he could not see why anyone would be afraid in the first place. I mean it was only noise after all.
On this night in particular the near full moon almost completely shined. Though it struggled to reach Seth, mainly because the overhead branches and leaves blocked most of moon shine from entering. Seth continued his easy going stare into the fire, but inevitably knew he would have to sleep. Making his way to the third town wasn't much of a problem normally but his food supplies of dried meats were starting to wane.
He decided to sigh it off and thought to worry about it when the time comes. Seth's eyelids felt drowsy as he lay, eventually they shut and he began to dream.
Peace.