(Written by my son. Needed to share.)

The sun crept over the horizon. Smoke wafted up from the campfire just outside the squat hut.

Our hero, Jenson, quickly awakened as he heard a strange figure walking around his home.

He swiftly removed his claymore from his rack as he began to get ready for battle.

The figure was unfamiliarly short. Jenson had never seen such a small person. “I bring a message from my lord,sir,” explained the small figure.

Oh, it was a dwarf with a small sword and a letter in his hand. Then, he slowly gave it to Jenson.

Our hero was confused with what had been written on the letter. “What! I can’t go to this destination!” screeched Jenson loudly. His teammate, a wood elf ranger, rushed out of his home wielding a sturdy bow.

“Ragen what are you doing awake at this time?”Jenson asked.

There was an arrow fired as a warning shot from the clan of the Kroshon’s.

Jenson dodged it with ease. Ragen fired a exploding arrow at the party of the deformed creatures…