Wicker

Wicker---a tenacious and young fellow far past his bounds. Orphaned at a young age---his parents torn before his very eyes. Everso curious yet cautious, he prowls through the night seeking solace. With only himself to call a friend, he yearns for something more. A place of home, of freedom, of peace. Nothing less would please him. His eyes---horrified as he will forever remember the loss of his parents. He must turn it into determination---adding a few more chapters to his grim life. The lack of food would hardly be called an obstacle in the eyes of his parents. He was a satisfactory hunter thanks to them and could eat more than his fill due to his competence. Surprisingly enough he wasn't going to stop for anything---never sleeping, never complaining and never giving up.

The journey to Valhalla---extensive and putrid. Yet, never once did he ponder resting cozily beneath the sun, for it would bring great shame to his ancestors. Only great determination and the will to live were acceptable. Knowing this, he was able to make it past the first week. He took less time for eating---underestimating the amount of food needed for energy. He'd made it out of the Orchadek forest---his place of birth, and into the mandible swamp---a place of no return. Weather-beaten and tired---he stumbled through the murky waters, treading on bones of the lost ones. He could make it no further---hungry, drained and color bleached. He must move through the vulture's peak and reach Valhalla. Oh but he can't, a young dragon like himself lacked the knowledge and attention to detail needed for such a journey..... And so, he lay there alone, at his wits end, struggling to find peace.
( WRITTEN BY ANJOU!!! )