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The sun rose up over the already busy village. People were in the streets, rushing by one another, giving joyful greetings. The streets weren't normally filled with such commotion at that hour, but a caravan had arrived during the night. THe market place was flooded with people crowding around stands of all shapes and sizes, filled to the brim with exotic jewelry, strange tomes, and other odd trinkits.
Within a small house away from the racket and the fuss, a young boy laid sleeping, his wool blankets pulled tight. He dreamed of the day that had already come with out him noticing. The front door swung open then hust quietly. Padded foot steps closed in on the boys room. The piece of rope that was the doors handel became taught as it was pulled by something on the other side.
"Wake up Adin! Today's your birthday!" An old man stood in the door way, a broad grin lighting up his wrinkled face. Adin stirred beneath his covers for a moment before his small head was seen poking out.
"Grandpa!" He called out once he saw just who it was that had disturbed his sleep. He flung the covers from his bed and leaped at his grandfather, taking him into his short arms. He backed away after his grandfather had returned the embrace to get a good look around.
The dawn had indeed came and passed whilst he sleeped. He grandfather smiled again, holdding back a fit of laughter. Adin stared, puzzled, at the old mans struggle. His cheeks exploded into a fury of blushing when he realized that in the excitment of his birthday, he had forgotten to get dressed. He grandfather kept laughing all the while that Adin got dressed. When he had his good, loose fitting black tunic, whose sleeves barely covered his wrists, and his black trousers on, he stood up straight. His grandfather eyed him up with eyes filled with years of wisdom. "Well now, don't you look handsome"
Adin opened his mouth to protest, but fell silient as an old fist was thrust in front of him. Adin looked at it confused only until the man opened his hand. Five coins, their golden faces shining brightly in the morning light, lay in his scarred hands. "Grandfather, I don't understand." Adin began to babble, but couldn't get anything further before his grandfather dropped the coins into the pouch at Adin's side.
"Take these. I've been saving all year. This year, you'll have a present you deserve." The old mans smile was so sweet, Adin couldn't say a word. He wanted to give the coins back. Their family didn't have a lot of money and five gold coins was a lot. He couldn't beleive that his grandfather would simply give them to him. "You run along now. There's a nice caravan that just came in this morning. Go to the market place and get yourself something nice. Anything that you want."
Adin really wanted to protest, but the old man had already shooed him out of the house. He stood outside, watching as the clouds rushed through the sky and birds soared in and out of view. It was a beautiful day with the sun shinning brightly in the sky, basking the earth in its warm glow. He couldn't help but be over joyed as he ran down the dirt path that led to the main road. He hit the main road at a full sprint, not wanting to waste any time. He had already slept away a lot of the marning and it was almost after noon.
Like his grandfather had said, the caravan had arrived and drew the attention of nearly every one in the small village. He ran past people he knew and some he didn't, waving to the ones he was friendly with. He bumped into to quite a few people while moving, unable to dart in and out as well as he had hoped, but the people just shrugged it off. They were all in too good of a mood to be brought down by something like getting run into by a kid.
The various stands set up held all kinds of rarities. The coins jingled happily in his pocket as he walked. He was glad, in his small village, thieves weren't a problem. In fact, crimes of any sort never reached their small village. They were within the kingdom, yet the problems there never really mattered to the village. Every one just when on with their business as if nothing was going on. As if in their own little world.
Adin stopped at a stand wrapped in a sweet aroma. Adin was always one to follow his stomache and nose. The stand held shelves lined with spices and perfumes, most of which Adin had never heard of. He liked the scents, but he didn't like the idea of spending his birthday money on some spices, so he moved on. The next stand was of full of old dusty tomes, the leather coveres cracking with age. Books were never his favorite thing. He stared at them with intrest still. After all, they were very intertesting. So many different tales contained in them. One was more interesting than the rest. It was enlaid with jewels and its' title was written in strange runes that Adin didn't understand. He thought it was cool , but he didn't really want it that badly.
Then he saw it. A few stands away a boy a few years older then him set down a ring, seemingly dissapointed. Adin assumed that the boy hadn't had enough money to purchase the ring, however, Adin seemed to have enough. He ran up gleefully, picking up the ring and admiring its' beauty. It was a flawless saphire set into a silver band. It sparkled magnificantly in the morning light. He had to have it. A little persuasion and it was in his posetion, though the bag of coins he had gotten was now considerebly lighter, he didn't care. He was so happy about his gift.
On his way home, he passed the large windmill that contained his father and mothers morkshop below. His father, Gareth, was the local blacksmith. He was greatly praised for his works. His mother, Diana, was Gareths assistant. Together they produced the finest work, yet they were still a modest family. Though the merchandise was well made, there wasn't much need for metal working in the village. After all, they had no needs for weapons. They were a peacful little town with little thievery.

((After the response from the teasers...which was none by the way, just putting that out there...I've decided that mabye I need to post more regularly again. When I was posting often, which was a long time ago, I had a good number of people visiting my journal and checking up on my stories. Becuase of the decline in fans, I've decided it was time to become more regular. Now, I've decided to begin posting weekly, starting with the first enstallment of The Land Of Eldiena, The Sapphire Ring. Hopefully everyone enjoys it. Stay tuned for the next part!))
K. S. Adin


Dedicated To Row, who always believed in me and without her....hills would be made of vanilla fudge cream....bwahahahahaha