Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 11:23:55 -0700
From: kavika <kavika66@gmail.com>
Subject: Davlyn Sci Fi/ Fantasy

Hello dear readers.  This is my first story in this type of genre.  I have
a couple of other stories here on Nifty but I have not finished them.  I
hope to return to them soon.

This is a sci-fi fantasy based story so none of it is real.  All of this is
coming from my brain and I hope that you enjoy it.  Please send me your
thoughts and if I receive positive feed back I'll continue.


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On a cold stormy night, a shadowy figure stooped with age made it's way up
the stony trail towards the village lights of Egelsa.  The rain beat down
on the little village as the mysterious figure came within it's borders.
The residents of the tiny village were ending their day and longed for the
warmth of their beds.

The crooked shadow passed the window of a young man.  Jason Cameron was
just getting ready for bed and saw the stranger.

`How strange for someone to be out in this storm', Jason thought as he
watched the hooded figure pass outside the rain stained window of his
bedroom.

 `I'm glad that I`m in here warm and dry.'  Jason shivered at the thought
of being out on such a terrible night.

Just as he was turning from his window a flash of lightening  illuminated
the nights sky followed by a crash of thunder. At that very moment the
mysterious stranger fell and was lying face down on the wet ground.   Jason
watched as the stranger tried to stand only to once again fall upon the
cold ground.  Without even thinking Jason began dressing, he knew he had to
help . He reached for his clothes, boots and cloak and started towards the
door.  In all the commotion his father Joel and his younger brother Jerret
were awaken and exited their rooms, concerned about the well being of their
family.

The three Cameron men had been alone since Netty Cameron had died while in
childbirth with his ten year old brother, Jerret.  Jason missed his
mother's touch and love.  He had many memories to keep in his heart but at
times he felt these memories were slowly slipping from his mind.

Jason's father was the Inn keeper for the village.  They had many travelers
stay during the hunting months and at other times the Inn was barren of
guests.  They lived a simple life and Jason hoped one day to run the Inn
with his brother.

His father and brother watched Jason as he swung the door open.  They
waited and watched as Jason ran out into the storm.

The rain blinded Jason's eyes as he reached the fallen figure.  The man lay
motionless, his face still down on the cold ground.. When Jason was finally
able to turn him over he had a strange look in his eyes.  Again Jason
wondered what this man was doing in his little village in the middle of the
night.   Jason helped him to his feet and lead him inside.  Once inside the
others came to help.  They removed the old man's cloak and sat him near the
warm fire.

"Fetch more wood for the fire."  Joel Cameron said to his youngest son.

Joel Cameron brought a blanket and wrapped it around the shoulders of his
midnight guest.  The stranger was thankful for the warm fire and the
blankets provided by the kind village men.

After hanging his wet cloak up to try Jason went to the kitchen.  He
returned and placed a plate of cheese and bread on the table. He also
warmed some stew that was leftover from their dinner. The strange man gave
him an odd look and took the food with out a word of thanks.  The Cameron
family watched as the old man ate without a word.  After his dinner and
several steins of ale he finally relaxed in the chair.  With a look of
contentment on his face he finally worded his thanks to Joel Cameron and
his sons.

Jason saw the fire dance in the strangers eyes as he finally had the
courage to ask what was on his mind since he first saw this man outside his
window.

"Sir, where are you traveling on this night?"

The stranger ignored Jason.  Jason met his father's eyes. His father gave
him a look of wonder and shrugged his shoulders.

The stranger turned to Jason and eyed the young man. Jason was 16 years old
and was a very handsome young man.  He had his mothers soft green eyes and
his fathers rugged features.  He was 5'8" , 155 pounds, and had a nicely
trimmed body.  His hair was chocolate brown and his skin was smooth and
golden brown from working in the family fields.

The stranger looked at the handsome young Jason and smiled. He didn't say a
word.  His smile disappeared as a look of remembrance crossed his face.

"That is a very good question you ask boy.  What is your name?"

"Jason Cameron sir. This is my father Joel and brother Jerret"

"Well, Jason Cameron I am not sure of the answer to your question.  You see
I am not a traveler or a peddler.  I am a farmer.  I live in the valley of
Torensia.

"Torensia! Why, that's a least thirty days travel from Egelsa"  Jason
exclaimed in wonder.

"Thirty five days to be exact." he retorted.  I have been traveling many
weeks on an unknown quest. A journey that has taken me to many wonderful
and strange lands. Yet I am still searching."

Jason looked puzzled at what the stranger had said.

"What journey?  What quest?  You speak in riddles Sir.  Don't you know why
you have left your home and have traveled so far?"

"I know nothing except for what I have been told" A look of anger was
mounting on the old winkled face.  "Let me try to explain what has
happened."

At that moment little Jerret yawned.

"Perhaps we should continue this discussion in the morning" Joel Cameron
said as he himself began to yawn.

"No, I want to hear what he has to say."  Jason exclaimed far too excited
for sleep.

"I think you are right Joel Cameron.  We will finish this in the morning."
the stranger added.

"But..." Jason was cut off.

"Enough, Jason it's time for bed.  We'll hear about everything else in the
morning." his father said.

"Yes Sir." Jason said knowing that he wasn't going to win this argument.

"Oh, by the way Sir, what is your name?"  Jason asked the stranger.

"My name is Asahel Bloodstone.

"Jason, show our guest Mr. Bloodstone to a room and build him a fire." Joel
said.

"Yes, father."


***


In his room Jason couldn't sleep.  Suddenly he sat up in bed.  "I have to
tell Caine."  He dressed quickly and quietly left the warmth of the inn.

Jason and Caine had been best friends since they were children.  Although
Caine was two years older than Jason, the age difference meant nothing to
them.  They were best of friends and Jason could tell him anything.  Well,
almost anything.  Jason had never shared how he really felt about his
friend Caine.  His love for Caine grew everyday.  He longed to be held by
his friend but never expressed to him his real feelings of love.  Many
nights Jason would pleasure himself to fantasies of he and Caine.  He
dreamt of his friend making passionate love to him.    When Jason's mother
died Caine was there to comfort and support him through the rough times.
If it weren't for Caine,  Jason would be a different person.

Jason made his way along the soggy trail until he neared the small cottage
where Caine lived.  He had been here so many times.  Caine's parents were
respected elders of the village and they loved Jason as their own son.
So many happy memories filled his thoughts.  He knocked on Caine's window.

"Caine, Caine, come on open your window so I can come in."

A moment later a flicker of light appeared in the tiny room as Caine came
to his window.

"What are you doing here Jason?"

"Let me in.  I need to talk to you."

Caine helped Jason as he crawled through his window.

Jason began his story of what had happened earlier in the evening. Caine
seemed to hang on his every word.

"He didn't tell you why he was here?" Caine asked.

"He'll tell us in the morning.  But I couldn't sleep.  I had to tell you"

Caine smiled and put his hand on Jason's shoulder.  "You are so impatient"

"I am not." Jason denied, knowing that Caine was right.  Caine's touch
caused him to shiver. His friend knew Jason better than he knew himself.
He enjoyed the fact that Caine always showed his care and love by touching.

Jason looked into his blue eyes.  Caine stood at 6' 2.  He weight  was
180lbs of solid muscle.  He had azure blue eyes and long blond hair that he
kept in a braid most of the time.  Caine was much bigger then Jason and
always felt the need to be his guardian and  protector.  Jason placed his
hand on Caine's shoulder and squeezed it in a loving manner.

"You're right.  I am impatient." Jason confessed.  I better get back before
I'm missed."

"Alright, I'll be over at first light."

Caine watched as Jason climbed out the window.

"See you in the morning."  Jason said as he smiled and turned leave.

"Good night Jas."  Caine replied.  Alone once more and in his warm bed,
Caine's thoughts turned to his best friend.   Caine's heart was full of
love for Jason.  "If only he knew how I felt."  Caine thought.  He closed
his eyes and dreamt of his one true love, Jason Cameron.

End Chapter 1

Well, what do you guys think?  Should I continue this story?  email me at
kavika66 at gmail dot com.

Thank you,  David