Chapter One: Donnalen Tarler

It was a bright summer day in the town of Limington. Everyone was in high spirits because it was the summer solstice. In the tavern The Travelers Inn there was a young Man about sixteen or seventeen drinking the famous drink Ruby Rum River. He was in deep thought. He had just been to the book shop and he had read a poem called The Song of Elanel.

It had been quite a beautiful poem but he wondered if it was true." It has to be true" he thought " I have a friend who is a Zeelan, and my father used to work in the mines with some Groons." He was still thinking when a voice broke his thought." hey Donnalen! Are ya gonna have another drink!"
it was the bartender Zebbo Grings. He was always calling him by his full name. Why didn't he ever call him by his nickname Donny." Why don't you ever call me Donny like everyone else" he said. " probably because that isn't your name yer Parents gave ya" boomed Zebbo, " why else would I call ya Donnalen sept fer that its your real name!" "Never mind Zebbo" said Donny" I need to go and pick up some fruit for my mother."

he got up from his chair and he went out the door to the busy streets of Limington. "Hey Donny!" said a bubbly voice, " it's me Selar" "Aha!" thought Donny," He came like I asked him to. A bluish green head appeared from behind a crate next to the tavern. His friend , Selar, was a Zeelan. He had a bluish green body with webbed hands and feet, he had gills under his cheeks but he could also breath on land because he had lungs to. and every Zeelan had a large fin which could retract into there backs at will. He wore a green tunic and a green hat on with some bluish boots too.

Donny on the other hand was wearing a red shirt with a brown vest and some brown boots and black pants. He had sandy blonde hair and a small lopsided grin. " so you came "said Donny" I hoped you would. this is going to be a blast!" " yeah I know what you mean "said Selar" I have been waiting to do this since you told me five months ago. " the two friends went to the fruit merchant and got some lobers, a yellow fruit which is very sweet and is considered a great delicacy amongst the people of Limington.

They went to Donny's house and when they came in Donny"s Mother said" its about time you got home! I have been waiting to make the lober pie's for the festival tonight for three hours." and then she turned to Selar and said in a softer voice" oh hello Selar won't you come in and tell me how your mother is doing."

Mrs.Tarler was good friends with Selars Mother, they always gossiped and baked together except today Selars Mother had a bad cold and had to stay home and Mrs. Tarler had to bake the pies for the festival so she couldn't go to her house. "Well you boys had better get cleaned up for tonight. "She said" Oh this is going to be a night to remember. "