This is only rough draft. I'll fix it after the series is over. And no the series isnt done yet, the first book isn't even done yet.

Cavan yawned and looked out the window, the dawn was here. Cavan was a young man at seventeen, he was short and wiry with short brown hair and deep green eyes he lived on a farm tending to sheep, other livestock and some crops. He lived with his mother and sister, his father unfortunately passed. He was a soldier and died during an orc raid. Cavan yawned as he got up, dressed himself and left the room, he stopped just outside the room, his mother and sister slept in the same room. They slept in their beds, his sister snored loudly, his mother snored quietly, but both snored. One might think it annoyed him but honestly he was numb to it.

Cavan didn't bother waking them up as he got up and put his boots on, he wore his clothes to bed, they were all he owned.

The floor creaked under his boots waking his sister, she lifted her head and looked at Cavan with half lidded tired eyes. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, she looked around sleepily, "huh?"

With this his mother also awoke, she yawned as she stretched her arms over her head and moved the black curly hair from her blue eyes. "Mm, good morning Cavan, she said sleepily."

"Good morning mother." He said before going out into the main room of the house, he took an apple that he picked from a tree out in the fields a few days ago and walked outside, the sky ahead was turning pink from the rising sun. The lush grass beneath his boots was damp with morning dew, a light morning mist hung in the air of the mountains as always. His sister and mother came out with apples as well. His sister rubbed her eyes, her blonde curly locks shot up all around her face as she stretched her arms above her head. She wore a loose sleeveless tunic and some leather shorts with shin-high leather boots. Her eyes were green, and a few freckles had a small apartment complex on her face.

"Another day in paradise", she said sarcastically. A look of bored acceptance on her face.

"Be grateful you have a place to live, many don't." Her mother chastised. Adelphia made it perfectly known that she hated mornings, she'd rather sleep all day than work, she'd been this way all her life. Their mother was patient but was tired of her bitching not to mention the tax increase but we won't talk about that. Their mother shared the same curly locks as her daughter but with a black coloring to it. Same eyes as well, people said they would look identical if not for the hair.

Cavan just stood outside his door with his family as he ate, no reason, just felt like standing around admiring the scenery of nature in the morning. Eventually, he finished the apple, and walked off to tend to his sheep flock, he was a shepherd after all. Cavan was satisfied with that, life was good, he walked up a steep hill, he couldn't help but smile, this was the hill he broke his wrist on. His pinkie finger, as well, and his ankle, he liked rolling down hills more than he hated the pain. Worth every broken bone, and they were ridiculously steep hills, he got up to the top, and before him laid his flock, all forty-seven of them. Seven dogs laid around, some sleeping others licking, and some scratching their itchy backs on the ground. He tossed the apple core and the thud of the impact got everyone's attention. The closest one got up and sniffed around, and soon found it and ate it. Cavan walked down the steep hill to the dog and patted its head, "good boy" he cooed, it wagged its tail on salutations as it sniffed and snooted him.

The dogs were there to protect the sheep from wolves and other predators, the sheep were always outside, they had no pens. The dogs had been born on the farm and raised from birth to guard the sheep with their lives. They were big, coming up above cavans chest on all fours, their heads as big as his chest and an ungodly level of fluffy. Although they were gentle with Cavan and the others, loving to sit in their master's laps from time to time. They were more than capable of protecting the flock from anything, some had scars from battles with wolves, and one even had a damaged eye from a small rock cavan threw at it last year because it stole his boot and ate it. Torn ears and other nasty scars proved their loyalty to their master and the sheep.

In the middle of this field stood a long gnarled staff shoved into the ground, Cavan walked over and grasped it firmly in his hands, and lifted it from the moist soil. He twirled it around in his hands a bit before pushing a sheep over and sitting on it like a chair, it baaed in objection to this only to be bonked on the head with the head of his staff. After five or six hits on the head, it submitted and accepted its new life as a chair. Cavan sighed in satisfaction at how comfortable the chair was. Suddenly he heard a wolf howl, the dogs got up and chased after the sound, if it were near it was going to be killed, they'd make sure of that.

Cavan just sat there relaxing and watching over the flock as the dogs Likely tried to tear a wolf limb from limb. Good riddance he thought, he hated them.

Cavan prided himself on being a great shepherd, he'd never lost a sheep or lamb- by accident in his entire life. Suddenly a woman walked up the hill, she was tall and well built for a woman, She had a strong jaw and high cheekbones yet was exceedingly beautiful with a rugged edge to her. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and she wore leather armor over her tunic, a bow and quiver full of arrows were strung across her back. This surprised him so much he stood to his feet, "Lyydia!" He said as he walked over to her. "What are you doing? Is something wrong?"

"Orcs are near, a decent-sized raid party, you should take your family and leave." she said calmly but a look of deadly serious was on her face.

"My family's got enough protection Lyydia", he said standing and walking over to meet her halfway. He did have protection against orcs, large wooden steaks ten feet long slender steaks, carved to be sharp and splintered surrounded the woods encompassing the farm.

"Steaks are not going to keep them out, Cavan, this is a large raid party, it's only going to buy you time to get out."

orcs have tried getting through before, how is this different, just because there's more?"

"Yes! I'm trying to help you and your family Cavan, if you stay here you'll surely die."

Cavan sighed, "Thank you for your concern, but I'd like to show you something."

Lyydia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what would that be?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

He pointed to his dogs, "see those dogs?"

She glanced at them briefly then back to Cavan. "They are orc hunting dogs."

"Exactly they are bred to combat orcs, if any orcs get through they will-"

"Have your dogs ever fought an orc Cavan?"

"Not that I know of but-"

"I assure you it's not as easy for them to do as you may think."

"Stop interrupting me!" Cavan snapped angrily.

"I'm sorry, what have you got to say?"

"Nothing now, but I'd prefer you used manners."

She nodded, "forgive me, now have your 'orc hunting dogs' been trained to kill orcs?"

"Well no, but does it matter?"

"I promise you it does. She said. Orcs are not so easily killed."

"thanks, I'll keep it in mind and talk to my mother about it."

Lyydia nodded, "for your sake, I hope you leave soon." She then walked off towards town.

Cavan walked back to the sheep, it had gotten up, he chased after it, and it ran off in fear.