A weathered shack with a roof made of old broken tiles sits in the middle of the forest. The wood is starting to split and the shack appears as if it will crumble at any moment.
weathered shack, Abandoned
bird
boy
I am a boy. I enjoy getting dirty and riding on horse-drawn wagons. My favorite stories are about battles that took place in my village. I have a sword and shield made from wood and hope to one day become a knight.
"Hello, bird! Nice morning, eh?" Everyday is a good one in my book? "That's a good way to look at it! Looks like you even have breakfast, already!" Always, I do have to stay on top of finding my food. "Have you seen any knights on the road?" I cannot say that I have today, it has been fairly quiet round this shack. "Ohhh. I was hoping to show off my sword skills! You think if I'm good enough, they'll take me to be knighted?" Who knows, I imagine anything is possible with practice. "You see this? This is what I want to look like! I just have to practice a lot, right?" Certainly, for now just keep up with the practice. Sword play is dangerous after all. "Of course! That's why I only practice with this wooden sword." I am sure that eventually you will work your way up.