[This is the beginning of a story I’m cooking up. I’ll give you a head’s up of what may happen, there will be every class in this story and I apologize for the lack of names. This is the beginning anyway. I’m still working on the storyline of the Horntail Dragon. Hope you all like the beginning!]

Chapter I
Nothing to Eat

The morning sun has just risen from the east, dew on the grass and leaves drip onto the soft soil, and the fog lives throughout the horizon. The wind passing by is fresh upon the skin, feeling the delicate touch of nature as the wind runs through one’s hair. A small boy wearing a white shirt, blue jean shorts, and a pair of sandals, was walking through the freshly scented forest and enjoying the scenery, and looked forward toward this new day. He turned his attention toward the east and gazed upon the lifting red sun, the gentle heat given off passed through the fresh air gave him a comfortable feeling.

“This day cannot get any better,” declaring the small boy. He sat under a large tree, cherishing the moments of the sunrise as it dissipated the fog, unveiling the unseen paths. Moments later, his stomach felt empty and let out a small growling noise. Hunger struck the boy. He looked around to spot any kind of food, and as he looked up, he found a couple of apples hanging from that same tree he was sitting under. Gathering the strength that was not eaten up by hunger and fatigue, he slowly stood up. He took a hold of a small branch near him, jumped, and swung the branch at the apples. He knocked one of them down and quickly scurried toward it. Already tasting the apple as he got closer, a rustling sound came from a bush near him. He turned his attention toward the bush, and as he reached down to pick up the apple, a giant orange mushroom hopped out. The boy fell back before he could take a hold of his fruit.

The mushroom stomped his way toward the boy, then leaped high into the air, the boy rolled over to his left side and the mushroom landed right on the apple. The boy heard a crunching noise from the bottom of the mushroom, and saw it hop its way away from him. Infuriated, he took his branch, and chased after the mushroom.

After about a half an hour of running through the forest, the boy fell on his knees and saw the mushroom jump into a bush. Catching his breath, he struggled to his feet, grasped his branch tightly ready to swing. A couple feet away from the bush, he saw another mushroom pop up. His eyes observing all they could, he stood, and found himself surrounded by ten enormous orange mushrooms.