Chapter 3: Making a New Home- The Start

A Story by Ilerah

Dwenlin, who has finally found his home at Hafen, now starts to adjust to it.

Chapter 3: Making a New Home

Dwenlin woke up, jumping almost onto his legs, but then realized where he was. He was in the small village, at the home of the Grehul’s, the kind family that took him in. He remembered the talk they had had, he remembered how he finally understood that the denater were bad people, and that he was a victim of the duke of Grethla.

Amedaith suddenly appeared on top of Dwenlin, “I have never had an older brother before I’ll try not to wake you up, or annoy you at all.”

“How about you start with getting off of my legs Ame,” replied Dwenlin, letting out a sigh after Amedaith got off of him.

“We can get up whenever we want, my father is usually gone early, and we don’t eat together in the mornings, or at lunch. Although, sometimes my mother and I eat together at lunch,” said Amedaith while hovering over Dwen, who was still inside his mat.

Dwenlin started to stand up, while Ame left the room to go eat, announcing it on his way out. Dwenlin walked over to his bag and started to get dressed. When he was done he left the room, and went into the wash room, to wash his face from the sleep. After that, he finally got to go eat, as he walked over to the kitchen to eat some food, Ame walked past him.

“Ame, can you show me were everything is, food and all that?” asked Dwenlin, as the young boy walked past him.

Amedaith stopped, and turned around dramatically, “Well… yah, of course I can big brother!”

Dwenlin followed the small boy back into the kitchen, were he dramatically showed him the whereabouts of each and everything in the kitchen. Including the sink, this was in plain sight. Dwenlin patiently walked behind him, trying to listen to everything he said, though it was hard. Finally Ame was done showing Dwenlin around, and left the kitchen. Dwenlin found what he needed, some bread and cheese for the bread, and of course some water from the water pump above the sink.

After he had ate his fill, he started cleaning up his dishes, the way that Amedaith had showed him, when Bandes walked into the house. Dwenlin walked out of the kitchen, “Hello Mr. Grehul how are you this fine morning?”

Bandes looked at Dwenlin, “Just call me Bandes Dwen, and very good actually. I found the perfect sized tree, strong, and the right size. Come on, let’s get going, grab your boots, and a coat it’s chilly outside still.”

Dwenlin looked at Bandes confused, but Bandes instead of saying anything, turned and walked out the door. Dwenlin had a gut feeling that he was not waiting for him, and quickly grabbed his boots and coat and threw them on. He walked out the door, and turned left, seeing Bandes a ways down the road. He was walking straight over to the lumber camp, a ways in the forest.

Dwenlin started to run to catch up the Bandes, and did after some time, since Bandes walked very fast. Within minutes they were at the lumber camp, but then kept on walking, right past the rest of the lumbermen. They stopped doing their work for a minute, watching Dwen as he walked, but soon all the scruffy faces turned back to their work.

Dwenlin didn't say anything to Bandes as they walked, assuming he would give an explanation when they got the perfect tree. Suddenly Bandes stopped, looking at a tree, wide, and medium height. It was an oak, strong, and not easily cut down.

Bandes turned to Dwenlin, “This is your new bed, we will cut it down, chop it into planks, and then build them to a bed, shouldn't take more than two days, if we work fast. First off, get a saw, a big one, with two handles, and two axes, medium for you, big for me. They will be back at the camp, get going,” Bandes talked so fast, and so suddenly that it took Dwenlin a moment to get going, but none the less he did.