Note: This is a story that I wrote many, many years ago, whilst I was still in Junior High. Enjoy!

The Tribes of Marot Introduction

The sounds of screaming and dying, the sights of countless slaughtered, homes burning; the smell of death creeping though the air like a tireless entity.

Paelin awoke and sat up with a start. It had been the eigth time he had had the nightmare, and each time it was more and more grusome and detailed, as if it were some distant
memory that he was trying to grasp.

He silently crept out of the hut and felt a cool sea breese blow over him. The moon sat on the horizon, shedding a dim, silvery light across the beach, shimmering across the ocean as its waves rocked the small boat moored to an old tree with a leather strap.

It would be another few hours before the sun would rise. Paelin knelt on the sand and gazed out at the ocean. The breese made his hair drift slowly as he sat, mesmorized by the cool dark sky, the stars shining dimly for what seemed like hours. then he crept back up to the hut and fell in to a deep, dreamless sleep.