Forgewhisper
by José Teixeira
Sunlight streams through the shutters of a thatched cottage, rousing you from a troubled sleep. Sitting up on a straw mattress, you gaze sadly at the empty bed that once belonged to your love - one of many lives claimed by the creeping darkness. But this is no time for sorrow. Today you take up arms and begin the long road ahead. Light must prevail.
Rising quickly, you wash your face in a basin and don your emerald armor - lightweight yet strong as dragonscale. From your weapons rack, you select a balanced silver dagger and belt it across your chest for good measure. Lastly, you reverently lift Forgewhisper from above the mantelpiece. The longsword thrums faintly in your hands, recognizing its master.
The village slowly wakes around you - farmers and tradesmen moving quietly about their tasks. Ready for the road ahead, you step outside and breathe the crisp morning air. A group of people awaits you, their faces filled with worry but also flickers of hope.