Mans
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This is another fantasy story I wrote recently, though this part is not a representation of such the genre, but it is the beginning.
However, I appreciate your fruitful critiques.
He had left behind the dangerous part of the river. It was a long narrow passage with big rocks and a strong water flow. The turbulent water and rocky river bed could smash his wooden boat into pieces. He used all his effort to hold the boat straight in the intense flows between the rocks. The boat clashed with some rocks frequently, and he expected it to be broken or drowned in the deep whirlpools at any moment. After the breathtaking minutes, he finally could cross safely from the crushing route and reach a wide place with shallow and smooth water.
That place was like a large pond with clear water. Salmons were swimming in the shallow water, as he supposed he could catch some of them with his hand. As the boat moved forward slowly with a gentle flow of water, he began emptying water from the boat with his hat. When the boat ran out of water, he checked his luggage among his sword, bow, and quiver to have not been lost.
In the last turn of the river, he reached a place divided into two branches by a ground resembling an island in the middle. The ground was meters higher than the river which was cover with palm and other trees. He could see a large wooden cottage within trees, surrounded by small gardens. The cottage roof was covered with thin timbers and sealed with plants like rice stalks. A path with dirt steps appeared to be the only way to reach the top of the ground, and a small boat was tied with a rope to a short tree trunk near the steps.
When he reached the place, he took his sword from the luggage and dismounted from the boat. He fixed his boat to the same trunk and climbed up the path. When he reached the top, he looked around to see if someone was there, but there was nobody. He clenched the sword in his hand and moved cautiously toward the cottage.
When he reached the front garden, he suddenly saw a big tiger jump out from behind the trees furiously and roaring. He involuntarily unsheathed his sword quickly and prepared for a definite confrontation with the tiger. At that moment, he noticed that the tiger was tied to a tree with a thick chain, and it could not attack him.
At that time, a graybeard man emerged from the cottage and shouted at the tiger, "Keep calm and return to your place!" When the tiger heard the senior man's voice, he turned his head towards him, calmed down, and went back to the tree, where there was a clay container of water. Then, he shouted at the newcomer, "Sheath your sword and come closer. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. It is an obedient cat."
He hesitated for seconds but eventually trusted the tiger owner and sheathed his sword. He approached cautiously, mindful of the tiger lying close to the entrance door. When he reached the senior, he said, "You have a terrifying pet, sir."
He laughed shortly and replied, "Yes, it is a frightening guard, but unlike its nature and appearance, it is a good friend to me. Well, tell me, what do you want here? Nobody has almost stepped in here up to now? I am surprised to see you alive. How could you cross from the death passage with that frangible boat?"
This is another fantasy story I wrote recently, though this part is not a representation of such the genre, but it is the beginning.
However, I appreciate your fruitful critiques.
He had left behind the dangerous part of the river. It was a long narrow passage with big rocks and a strong water flow. The turbulent water and rocky river bed could smash his wooden boat into pieces. He used all his effort to hold the boat straight in the intense flows between the rocks. The boat clashed with some rocks frequently, and he expected it to be broken or drowned in the deep whirlpools at any moment. After the breathtaking minutes, he finally could cross safely from the crushing route and reach a wide place with shallow and smooth water.
That place was like a large pond with clear water. Salmons were swimming in the shallow water, as he supposed he could catch some of them with his hand. As the boat moved forward slowly with a gentle flow of water, he began emptying water from the boat with his hat. When the boat ran out of water, he checked his luggage among his sword, bow, and quiver to have not been lost.
In the last turn of the river, he reached a place divided into two branches by a ground resembling an island in the middle. The ground was meters higher than the river which was cover with palm and other trees. He could see a large wooden cottage within trees, surrounded by small gardens. The cottage roof was covered with thin timbers and sealed with plants like rice stalks. A path with dirt steps appeared to be the only way to reach the top of the ground, and a small boat was tied with a rope to a short tree trunk near the steps.
When he reached the place, he took his sword from the luggage and dismounted from the boat. He fixed his boat to the same trunk and climbed up the path. When he reached the top, he looked around to see if someone was there, but there was nobody. He clenched the sword in his hand and moved cautiously toward the cottage.
When he reached the front garden, he suddenly saw a big tiger jump out from behind the trees furiously and roaring. He involuntarily unsheathed his sword quickly and prepared for a definite confrontation with the tiger. At that moment, he noticed that the tiger was tied to a tree with a thick chain, and it could not attack him.
At that time, a graybeard man emerged from the cottage and shouted at the tiger, "Keep calm and return to your place!" When the tiger heard the senior man's voice, he turned his head towards him, calmed down, and went back to the tree, where there was a clay container of water. Then, he shouted at the newcomer, "Sheath your sword and come closer. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. It is an obedient cat."
He hesitated for seconds but eventually trusted the tiger owner and sheathed his sword. He approached cautiously, mindful of the tiger lying close to the entrance door. When he reached the senior, he said, "You have a terrifying pet, sir."
He laughed shortly and replied, "Yes, it is a frightening guard, but unlike its nature and appearance, it is a good friend to me. Well, tell me, what do you want here? Nobody has almost stepped in here up to now? I am surprised to see you alive. How could you cross from the death passage with that frangible boat?"