Kingdom of Ashlen

The horses entertwined themselves in vines. Tor sat there watching the horses trashing around worried , After seeing enough he taped his crystal ball and it went cloudy, he placed a piece of green velvet over it. Standing up he walked out of the room at the top of the tower. Tor waked down the circular stairs his green cloak followed behind him. stopping he glance out the window. He could see the blonde hair of the elves.
         To the north live the dragons and gnomes. In the south live most of the Elves. The Dwarfs took up most of the east along with the Giants. And in the west lives everything else, including the humans. In the middle of world is the kingdom of Ashlen.
         Tor passed trough a wooden door at the end of the stairs, entering his room he glanced at his bed, upon it lay a fluffy gray and white dog. The fluffy dog jumped off the bed and headed toward the door.
         “Wait!” The young king told his canine
         The tall blonde man walked over to the wooden wardrobe, before getting to close Tor waved his hand and the door flew open scaring Boomer. Placing his green cloak on a hook he grabbed the long sleeveless leather coat and flung it over his shoulders. Turning to the door he just walked out of Tor locked it and placed the key into the black leather pouch on his belt.
         Walking down the stairs with his dog next to him, he stepped out into the hot sunny court yard. To the left were the stables where ten horses took up the stalls. Tor’s grey horse Linden stood with the poise of a Lord.
         Turning to one of his guards he order them to have the groom ready the carriage. Twenty minutes latter the carriage was ready, with Linden tied to a ring on the back of the carriage. The open carriage had a place for the groom to sit and drive the horses. Behind him were two seats facing each other where Tor and boomer sat.
         “Where to?” the groom asked turning around in his seat.
         “Bring me to the city of the elves; we will stop at the last village fore the night before leaving the security of the kingdom”
         The groom clucked to the two big brown draft horses, and they walked down the gravel rode. Tor scanned the fields that took up most of his kingdom. There were three villages that were in the safety of the kingdom, Avalon, Callahan, and the farthest one out is Zephan, all of these were full of magic users like his self. Through out his journey he saw lots of creatures that inhabited his kingdom.
         As soon as they pulled into the gaits of Zephan the full moon was starting to rise. One of the guards that accompanied the Tall Muscular king on his journey opened the side door of the carriage so Tor could climb out.
         The village appeared empty; the shutters on all the horses were closed. The store fronts were empty. Tor stepped down the street; a cool breeze bowed his hair off his face. Calling one of his guards to get Linden. As he mounted the white horse started to prance. He wasn’t acting like himself; instead of being excited he was nervous and cautious. Linden stepped foreword, the light from the moon lit up the street. One of the guards also on horseback noticed a light flicker on in a house. Tor quickly dismounted and handed his trusty equine to the groom who was riding a small brown horse. Trying to be quiet he walked up to the wooden door, the light still glowing in the house. Cautiously he knocked on the door, a few minutes latter a small woman with long brown hair about in her twenties opened the door.
         “What do the hell you think you are doing out in the open this time of night?”
         “Excuse me! That is known way to…” before he was able to finish is sentence he was pulled into the house. Dusting himself off from after being thrown on the floor
         “What was that for?” turning to the girl who was bolting the door closed.
         “Well if you wanted to be killed by a werewolf then I can always throw you back out there” the girl said pushing her hair out of her face.
         “There was a Werewolf?” Tor asked
         “Actually three, But how do you not know?”
         “That is what I am wondering, Tell me what is your name?”
         The small girl looked up at him than said “Carlin” there was a moment’s silence them Carlin cleared her throat. “is every thing ok?” she asked looking at Tor’s worried face
         “No, not really. I just found out that my kingdom has possessed werewolves running around” Tor turned around to look out the small glass window on the door. “But why did they attack me, and who?”
         “It could have been one. You guards or any one in town.”
         “Do you think it would be safe to go out their?”
         “No, but you can see the street form up above” Carlin turned to the stairs and climbed the first step.