The Country of Eesborne and the Adventures of Thrain

CHAPTER ONE

FAIRY ( fair·y ˈferē/ noun) A certain, bipedal, winged species of creatures/ beings residing Earth, bearing one head, two arms, a pair of eyes, ears and a mouth; comes in variables of families. Common Name: Homorectus Alis Vertebrae

MERMAID (ˈmərˌmād/ noun) Distinguishable species of creatures thriving the water regions of Earth, bearing a head, nose, mouth, a pair of gills, arms, eyes, ears, and fish tail instead of legs, fins and scales. Common Name: Homopisces Vertebranus

TERRESTRIAN (' ter-res , tri-an/ noun) A species of indirect resemblance to any species of Earth. Divided into four sub-groups; Fauna, Entomons, Avis and Entibus. Common Name: Homomalia Erectus

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CHAPTER 1 (UPDATED)

IN THE BEGINNING, about four millenniums ago, in a time only a handful knows today, something happened that was not as clear to be exposed for now. Something later to be

discovered and explained, in a great Retribution of a New World.But all will be revealed, starting in a quiet farm, in a peaceful place, in a simple family, one sunny day.

Such great fate, and adventure shall await, to whosoever tries to find it.

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Aneclitia called her only son's name, while standing in a small house's balcony made of old and raggedy oak she calls home, facing a farm of wheat, corn, rice brans, different vegetables, and considerable field of lavender, scattered with patches of berry bushes and roses, giant oaks, lines of junipers and a group of many thin maples around the place.

The sun was still far from high, just right after dawn, giving light to the darkness that covered the country of Eesborne by night. Its rays slowly crept into a tiny wooden house with a bricked roof, barely new, with blue-green paint decaying together with the wood's surface.

Most in their era would preferred calling it a 'hut', rather be addressed as a house.

"Thrain darling, where are you now?" said Aneclitia when she rested her hands on her waist, fluttering her long, shiny, thin wings.

Her thick hair reflected the fresh, morning sunlight, wavy and brown that lowered down her waist was gently and slightly flying with the morning breeze. The farming clothes she was wearing were stained by mud and soil, which she took pride. Growing plants - and food - is not different from growing kids, messy.

She slowly took the knitted gloves off her hands, put them in the pocket of her red and black checkered apron circling her brown, dusty dress, and tapped her boots on the corner of a wooden post to remove the hardened mud on the soil.

Aneclitia looked more normal, than the most normal mother you could meet in Eesborne. Someone you would not think of having any, note-worthy past.

Her green eyes bellowed by the light, trying to look for her son around the field - beyond her small garden of carrots - who could be peeling off corn again for his first share.

The day and the season were perfect, indeed, she thought. She closed her eyes, breathed the fresh air. The crops were growing nice, and the wheat field gave off a sweat smell of success for the next harvest only a week away.

"Thrain, for goodness sake, did you even have your breakfast I made this morning? Show your self boy!" she snapped herself from her daydream of fresh, corn pudding.