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This is only a terrible first draft, but I wanted to enter it... (:

• Fiction
• Children

								
Chapter One


	It had all started once when- well no. You must know the story behind it all first! When Mist was little. He loved to climb. He would climb his crib. He would try to see if he could climb out of his crib and slowly crawl out, down the stairs to the kitchen before his parents got him. It was like a game. It was fun for little Mist. And fun for his twin sister. Not fun for Mom, or Dad. 
Of course the twins don’t remember this, but when they would sneak out, they would then ( if they had not gotten caught yet ) climb up the kitchen cabinets, a VERY tricky thing to do when you're only a foot or 2 tall, and play hide and seek in the cabinets. When they got bored of that they usually started climbing the table. 
When they were Toddlers, they were pure Terrible Two. 
They caused a ruckus. They climbed the door frames to see who could get higher on the frame without falling to the soft carpet floor of the twins' room. Food bits were everywhere they climbed! Mystery tomato seeds and toasted oat cereal were found on top of high shelves and over couches and seats. Yeah. Those parents worked hard. 
When they were 3, 4, and 5 years of age they always loved to go to the playground. It was climbing galore! Mist & Droplet climbed swing sets while their parents chewed their fingernails off. 
Now let me get something straight. These kids were not like climbing weirdos that were mute or something, they were regular earthlings of the human race. They had long dark brown hair, Droplet was the same, (Of Course, for they were twins.) Mist being a boy and Droplet a girl. They both had blue eyes and lightly tanned skin, They were both friendly happy kids.
They were about 12 years of age when it began.
 “Mom!” Mist called. 
“Yes?” 
“Can we go to the pond?” 
“Uh… Well-” Birch started.
"Sure, just don't kill yourselves on those trees eh?" Dad replied.
“Thanks!” Droplet cheered and ran off with Mist. Mist
“WAIT! Your shoes!” Birch exclaimed.
“And…. WOOSH! they're gone!” Their father, River said, a smile on his face. “Birch, let them be kids for a while longer, you know you used to go barefoot in the woods!” River paused for a second. 
“Next time I’ll make them gather herbs.” River decided with a smile. CHAT YOU FOOL CHAT! Heh heh
“Yeah, yeah.” Birch smiled and walked into the kitchen, her mind set to baking a batch of her cinnamon bread. 


“YES!” Mist hugged a tree. 
“Next time…” Droplet slid down the bark of the tree, breathing heavily. Mist leaned on the tree and looked around the park.
 Racing Tree. Mist felt the old white oak behind his back. His eyes darted to each tree. Mister Bark, Grumpy, Bright Leaf… Mist and Droplet had named pretty much every tree near the pond. 
“Whew! Droplet said once they caught their breath. “WAIT! We have not climbed or named the big sumac over there!”
Mist gasped. “ ’Tis true!”
Droplet shouted “RUNNNnnnnn TO THY UNNAMED TREEee….” and started running, her feet barely touching the ground. Mist quickly pounced up and started charging, green grass rushing by under his bare feet. Mist breathed in the sweet fresh air of spring. He rushed ahead of Droplet, his hand outstretched ready to tag. “HAHA!!!” Droplet plunged next to the tree. 
“Hrfm… It was only a millisecond difference!” Mist said grudgingly. 
“Sure…” Droplet smiled. “Alrighty Tree! What should we name you?” 
	“Milky Way? We watched the stars yesterday, The Milky Way pointed this way…” Mist picked a bright red flower off the tree. 
“Spices for Mom and Dad.” Mist motioned at the flower.
“Ah hah. Uhm… How about… Crimson?” Droplet . “Yeah! That will work just fine!” Mist nodded approvingly.
“Sweet! Now… What will happen today? Orcs? Elves? Bowmen?” Droplet smiled.  Mist wondered for a moment. Orcs…  their base can be The Northern Pines.. Mist thought looking over to a cluster of trees. Droplet will be the Elf, she always is.. I can be a bowman! Then, I can also be the elven king, King Tithrendil!
“Good Idea!” Droplet said.
 Mist smiled, always loving when the twins could see what both were thinking just by facial expressions. The message wouldn't always be super clear… but it was awesome.
“Thanks! Let's get our weapons!” Mist charged to Bright Leaf, the maple tree. He climbed the first couple branches pretty easily and was up to their hideouts in no time. He collected his and his twins homemade bow and arrow set they made last winter.
“Here!” Mist gently tossed the bows onto the grass, arrows following. Mist went down a couple branches and hopped down gingerly, rolling at impact on the ground. 
“Hah! Show-off!” Droplet called out, Mist smiled sheepishly as he gathered his weapon. Droplet grabbed her weapons and the game began.
“What a WoNdErFuL day in Rivendell!” Droplet pranced around the grass on the edge of the pond. “I dO wonder if anything is going to happen?”
“L’thien!” Fillian, a bowman shouted. “I must tell you something!”
Droplet, (now L’thien) bursted out laughing and fell on the ground. “FILLIAN?” She rolled on the ground, then quickly got up, her face changing quickly to concern. “Yes? Fillian?” she said, quietly grabbing an arrow from her quiver.
“Hey!” The great and powerful bowman shouted from the other side of the sunlit pond, littered with golden leaves. The elf dusted off her dark green dress and gazed beyond the wood facing opposite of the pond, listening to the bowman. “Orcs come from the north! They are sheltering ‘neath The North Pines! Many of my people have already fallen!” The bowman shouted.
L’thien swirled around to face the bowman, her bow held close to her side, and her eyes sparkled with alarm. “Northpines! So close to the borders! You must speak the truth, young bowmen?”  A silver arrow was readied and aimed, pointed at the man in brown cloaks. L’thien’s eyes traveled across the length of her arrow to the news bringer.
Fillian nodded stiffly. “Yes, I’m afraid I am. I have come only to alert you! I must get back to my hometown, for they need to know as well!” Fillian huddled back into the woods, his brown cloak floating in the wind. She lowered her bow, “Yes. Go at once, I must tell my own people!”
Lithien saw him disappearing behind an oak. L’thien swirled, her green dress following after her, to face the woods of her people, The Woodland Elves. She held her bow tensely as she started through the woods, her footsteps quick and silent. Soon she met a stone gate, with bright flowers vining across the tall doors. The Gate of the Woodland Kingdom. She gazed at the beauty for a moment, then motioned for the guards on either side of the door to let her in. With a creak the great doors opened, the great halls shown upon her. The Woodland halls were beautiful. Golden lights shone from silver lanterns hung on wood arches bent at the ceiling. Green vines grew across the walls and were strung on the ceiling.  She walked forward, a feeling of majesty overcoming her, being in such great halls.
Soon she was walking in the Silver Hall, light of the outdoors filtered by vines. The Silver Hall held the King’s throne, a mighty chair of twisted oak branches, littered with green leaves. She now kneeled to the King, Tithrendil and told him of the news. Elves around were now talking and whispering.

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