Ben and Ty's Excellent Adventure
By thobey
Ben and Ty's Excellent Adventure
Author: thobey@gmail.com
The air hung thick and green, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Sunlight struggled to pierce the canopy, casting the forest floor in a perpetual twilight. Ben, a wiry youth with eyes the color of moss and hair like tangled vines, adjusted the worn leather strap of his pack. Beside him, Ty, broad-shouldered and built like an oak, tested the edge of his axe. A nervous energy thrummed between them.
"Think this is it, then?" Ty rumbled, his voice a low growl.
Ben consulted the tattered map, its edges frayed and softened by time and countless journeys. "The Whispering Falls... Aye, this is where old Man Willow said the path to the Dragon's Maw begins. Said to follow the sound of the Flute Fairies."
As if on cue, a tinkling melody drifted through the trees, ethereal and captivating. Ben grinned, a flash of white against his sun-kissed skin. "Let's go find ourselves a dragon egg." They follow the melody deeper into the woods.
The flute music grew louder, leading them through a thicket of ferns that brushed against their legs like a thousand tiny fingers. Mist curled around the base of ancient trees, their gnarled roots clawing at the earth. The air vibrated with an unseen energy, a palpable sense of magic. Ben stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Ty, a flicker of doubt in his moss-green eyes. “I don’t trust Man Willow,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper above the rush of the nearby falls. “What if this whole journey is just a trap?” He nervously chewed on his lip, his eyes darting around the seemingly innocent forest.
Story Content
The air hung thick and green, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Sunlight struggled to pierce the canopy, casting the forest floor in a perpetual twilight. Ben, a wiry youth with eyes the color of moss and hair like tangled vines, adjusted the worn leather strap of his pack. Beside him, Ty, broad-shouldered and built like an oak, tested the edge of his axe. A nervous energy thrummed between them.
"Think this is it, then?" Ty rumbled, his voice a low growl.
Ben consulted the tattered map, its edges frayed and softened by time and countless journeys. "The Whispering Falls... Aye, this is where old Man Willow said the path to the Dragon's Maw begins. Said to follow the sound of the Flute Fairies."
As if on cue, a tinkling melody drifted through the trees, ethereal and captivating. Ben grinned, a flash of white against his sun-kissed skin. "Let's go find ourselves a dragon egg." They follow the melody deeper into the woods.
The flute music grew louder, leading them through a thicket of ferns that brushed against their legs like a thousand tiny fingers. Mist curled around the base of ancient trees, their gnarled roots clawing at the earth. The air vibrated with an unseen energy, a palpable sense of magic. Ben stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Ty, a flicker of doubt in his moss-green eyes. “I don’t trust Man Willow,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper above the rush of the nearby falls. “What if this whole journey is just a trap?” He nervously chewed on his lip, his eyes darting around the seemingly innocent forest.
Synopsis
In a misty, enchanted forest, Ben and Ty embark on a quest to find a dragon egg. Guided by ancient maps and the haunting melodies of Flute Fairies, they unravel secrets and face mythical beings. Their journey promises danger, discovery, and the whisper of magic at every turn.
