This is chapter one of a story I am writing, hope you like it.
In a region called Kuip, South of Plento, in a little village. An orphan lived in misery and poorness. Is name was Duvor. He wonders around the village every day to try and find food and a place to sleep at night. The guy was young, around 14 of age. Weighted between 100- 120, and was near 5 ft tall. He had nice dark hairs which, nice little green eyes, and wore brown cloth he had gotten by few good folks passing by.
This one morning, when the sun was rising, the town was still in a great slumber. Duvor woke up, under a tree, in a hole he had dug himself a few months ago. He woke up and decided to get some apples before the villagers would wake up. He walked to the village center and climbed the apple tree, the tree of respect they called it, and no one was allowed to take an apple from it, but Duvor now got used to getting one in the morning, and it is one of the rare tings he eats in the morning. After eating this delicious treat, the little Orphan decided that he needed a better life, but the problem whit this village was this. The father of the young boy was a Criminal, and jugged by this village, and because of it, the boy was not allowed to get a work, and not allowed to get into an orphans home. So Duvor decided this morning that he was going to leave the village. He went back to is hole and Took is old backpack. In it, he only had 5 tings; he had a spear of cloth, stored up nuts and dried food he got during the summer, he also had a long dirty sheet of cloth, he uses to sleep in during cold weather, and he also had sunglasses. The sunglasses were the only thing he ever got from is father when he still was in these lands.
So during this cold morning, Duvor walk out of the village, and followed the dirt route east. He walked for about an hour, without stopping and finally arrived in a town. The young guy walked around the different roads of the street, and found different houses and store. He tried to enter a market place, but before he could enter, he was already thrown out. “If you don’t wear shoes, you are not allowed to enter” said the shop keeper, while pointing at a sign. Duvor was intrigued; anywhere he went he got kicked out of. After trying to speak with different person who ignored him, Duvor got upsetL. No one in this town would take him under his wing, give him a job, or even help him. The orphan left the city. “There is no place in the whole world who would want of an orphan like me” he thought to himself. “I think I should go live whit the animals, away from humanity, that way I will live happy, and not have anything to worry about.” The boy left the town, and walked north; towards the big forests he could see far away. Duvor walked to the forest and entered it. He walked for another hour inside the forest, to finally find a source of clean water. He sat near a tree, and rested. This was going to be is new home; he would be able to live happy, and not have to worry about anything.
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