The Harbinger Ch. 1: And so it begins...
#3 of The Harbinger
And Chapter one of my tale begins. I'm not entirely sure where this is going, so if you want to try to influence the story, leave a comment or message me, as well as giving any feedback on the story. Im definitely a beginner author, so please, anything would help.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy.
Miros stretches as he stands up, looking at the now-closed book he has just written his previous life into. He looks himself over, thinking about how much he has changed since then.
Miros is a short, about 5' 3" male tabaxi, or anthro cat, with pure black fur, except for a white crescent under his right eye. His eyes are a surprisingly bright blue, and a thin but noticable layer of muscle ripples under the soft, deep green tunic with simple grey buckles along the side, with black trousers.
A voice rings out from below the platform in a tree that is his home.
"I'm carrying stuff, mate! Help me up!"
Miros walks over to the edge of the platform, and shouted back, "On my way, sorry Landon!" You lower the small ladder you made out of braided vines, and quickly drop down to assist Landon, one of the only tabaxi friends you have.
Landon is a taller, about 5' 11" male tabaxi, who appears to have some lion in his ancestry, as he has beautiful golden fur, slightly longer than average around his chest and back. He is quite athletic, strong arm and leg muscles, wearing the traditional hunter garb, quite similar to yours, of a deep green and brown skin-tight shirt and trousers, meant to not hinder as one moves through the forest. At least, according to Landon.
Miros quickly takes some of the cloth bags from Landon, and climbs up the ladder after him. Once up, and the ladder put away, Miros looks quizzically at Landon. "Why all the empty bags?" Landon grins, and says, "I'll explain later, first I want to catch up, it's been a while since I've been here. Any luck with making your own arrows?" Miros grins, and nods his head to the small pile of shafts near the center of the platform. Some merely misshapen sticks, others straight shafts with flint points. "Well, some worked, haven't managed to pull off fletching though. You'll need to show me how again." Landon smiles and says, "Alright, I can take a couple feathers out of my own arrows to show you."
The two spend a few hours messing around, Miros learning how to fletch an arrow, and then both of the young friends practicing their archery. Miros has gotten as good, if not better, as Landon now, due to him practicing for a long time each day.
Suddenly, both of them hear a loud rumbling, and walk to the edge of the platform. They see a multitude of animals rush through, deer, rabbits, a few boars here and there, all rushing through to what Miros quickly discerns is the south. "What... What is this madness?" Miros stutters, in shock. Landon turns to Miros, a grave expression on his face. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. My village's normal hunting grounds are becoming empty, we are starting to draw from our storages for the winter. I came to see if the same was happening to you, and it is. All the animals are running, and no one knows where to." Miros slowly turns, and says, "So something is happening to the north?"