Ivory Lannel- Chapter 1

The main character is a gnome by the name of Ivory Lannel.
Her companion in the story is a half-orc named, Vrigdush Gendzek.
I don't want to give it away, so you will have to read for yourself.



It was cold early morning, almost cold enough for frost to appear on the trees above and for a lake to freeze over. The colors of the tree leaves were golden, and the color of a burnt orange. Everything glistened with the almost frozen dew from the early morning. All the animals were either hibernating or huddled close under fallen tree leaves or hidden in damp caves behind random bushes. The sky was dark yet in the Far East the sun peaked over the tops of trees. It let out a purplish, reddish color that amazingly caught the eyes of early travelers, or maybe the early birds who flew around trying to find their morning meals.
She slept like all the other animals. She was hidden under a canopy of trees, a young gnome, and only about sixteen summers old. Covered by leaves to keep her warm she slept. Her curly brown hair covered her pale face, and blew in the soft breeze. Her back rose a bit, which you could tell she was alive. The young gnomes gear was propped up against a nearby tree. A large satchel, brown in color, and plump full of odd things she would use on her journey. Yes, you heard correctly, journey. How many gnomes have you ever heard to wander out alone and on a journey of all things?
She wasn’t like any gnome you’d ever met, or even came in contact with. She was adventurous, she was daring, and she was all about using her wits to survive. The day she left her village brought fury among the other gnomes. “Why Miss. Lannel, you dare go out and journey alone? Why you should stay here and help out. No gnome besides that old grandfather of yours has ever been so unorthodox.” That was about all the whole village would say to her as she left. It hadn’t been long since she had left the place that would hold her down. She thought of it as ending one boring chapter and starting a new, fresh chapter in her life.
The birds chirped loudly. Their songs grew louder, and you could tell they were either warning other birds to stay away from their mates or to not come any closer, that they would attack. It was odd. Not many birds stayed during the cold months. It was more likely for them to go off south and spend the cold months surviving there. The sun was now a little more ways above the trees, just barely hovering. The beam of sun shined down below the trees, onto the very spot where Miss. Lannel slept.
Little by little the tiny girl stirred. Her back arched up and she lifted up her head. She brought her tiny hands up to her eyes to wipe away the sleep. Her face was a bit chubby, but well proportioned; her eyebrows were spaced apart, not too close, not to far and right down below was her nose. It was pointed a bit towards the sky, made her appear aristocratic. It was strong, not too big and no too small but the thing that stood out more than anything was her eye color; a piercing blue, they were. The color was a mixture of grays and blues and just around the pupil was the yellow. Her arms jolted in the air and she yawned. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes shut tightly.
Opening her eyes back up, she studied her surroundings. Over to her left underneath a bush she saw a squirrel minding his own, chewing on a nut he must have found before she had awaken. “Well, good morning Mister,” trailed out of her mouth. Her voice was innocent, like that of a child, but modest; you could tell she was well brought up. The squirrel looked over to her a bit startled, and by seeing the girl he ran off behind the bush he was standing in front of. “Ah, I didn’t mean to frighten you off,” Ivory began. It was like animals to run off from her. She drew her knees close to her chest.
Her body was covered in purple cloth. Underneath her purple cloth was her attire. It was a purple and black dress, layered in a very elegant in style. The sleeves were quarter-length. The dress came well past her knees and covered her tiny feet. The top of the dress was arrange over her shoulders and shaped in s v-neck. She had but one thing that finished her appearance and it was a necklace. A short chained, sword pendant. It was given to her by her grandfather—about the only person she could relate to.
The breeze picked up and she shivered some. She pulled her purple cloth closer to her and she sat there for a few minutes before she scooted over towards her brown satchel. She pushed out her hand from beneath her purple clothe and opened the top of it. She searched inside and pulled out a letter. It read the following:

Dear Dearest Ivory,

I miss you like no other. I hope that your journey takes you far. Do not ever let the other villagers put you down—you are my granddaughter of course. I love you, and may you be safe at all times.

It was signed, with love, by her grandfather himself. He has given it to her right before she had left on her journey. “Where am I supposed to go from here,” Ivory questioned out loud. She looked around. Nothing but forest surrounded her. She shivered. The breeze had picked up again. She drew the blanket closer to her.
Her eyes shifted around, something was brushing around near her. It wasn’t long before she turned around and looked behind her. Her eyes bulged with terror. It was a gigantic Owl bear. The owl bear was tall, and towered over her. Ivory froze. The owl bear’s mouth dripped with saliva. Ivory caught herself and jumped up, snatching up her satchel and began to dash for her life.
This wasn’t the first time she had encountered these huge beasts. Once when she was about five summers old she was cornered and had no way out. Her grandfather, with no mercy in his eyes, drew out his acid dagger and stabbed the creature in its side. It toppled over and Ivory ran to her grandfather. He had always been her hero and always would be.

As she sprinted through the woods she came to a big wall. The owl bear followed closely behind and there it had her where it wanted her. Ivory could only wonder while trapped, what thoughts the owl bear was thinking. The owl bear snarled and came closer to Ivory and all she could do was cower in fear.
From the top of the wall lunged a black panther. It lunged for the Owl bears neck.
The owl bear glanced up and threw the panther to the side and began to charge towards Ivory. With a gulp, Ivory shut her eyes. The owl bear screeched. Ivory slowly open her eyes and saw that the owl bear lay to its side with a spear through its side. Ivory was puzzled. “What in gods name…” whispered Ivory. That’s when he appeared. A tall half-orc, kneeling on one knee looked towards Ivory.
“Don’t be alarmed,” said the half orc. Ivory began to tremble. She remembered stories her grandfather told her about his encounters with half orcs. They were always mean and obnoxious creatures; if you weren’t careful they would break your neck and store you for a later date for their winter’s meal. Ivory had said chokingly, “Pleee...please, don’t harm me.”
She about passed out. The half orc arched an eyebrow. “I’m not going to hurt you; I’m not like other half orcs, my dear,” Ivory was a bit skeptically of his intentions. She nodded her head and got up and walked towards him. She said in a whisper, “thank you for saving my life.” He nodded. They stood studying each other. He was a tall, well built half orc. He was about six feet tall—much taller than Ivory being only a four-foot gnome, even though she was tall for a normal gnome.
“My name is Vrigdush,” he continued,” Vrigdush Gendzek. “