Chapter 1
The Jewel of the sky, fell upon the ducts, blazed as it came down, reviving a splendor only known by the unicorn of Breshonifustos. That unicorn had the secret of the sky ruby, and he was certain to find the ruby, thus he needed the unicorn , thus he needed to know where the lost of city of Breshonifustos was. There were many rumors, many died and became missing trying to find it. Some believe the lost city is a figment of the imagination of history. Where others failed, he would excel, it was a vow he made to himself of his life, a young stable boy on the outskirts of a small village in Northern Country, near the town of Plaüde. It had been nearly when was six when he was first employed at the stable.The owners were and old married couple, names of Irink. The woman had grown senile, believing the rumors of ancient legends, including those relation to the unicorn. She would go on for hours on end about paths and tales of past years. "These men wished gold, silver, and lesser of bronze, as well as the hearts of young virgins. They wanted to obtain the glory of the kings, yet were consumed by their travels." Her husband was different, as his days were consumed with peddling services in the nearby village. For those who did not own a horse, they would be able to borrow one, for a price. Interested in traveling to the town during the summer festivals was shared by all, keeping their extra bits to pay for a visit. The stable boy was the son of a shoemaker, who had taken ill of the epidemic of the Trlee, it would burn the hands when pressure was applied, eventually causing blood to shoot of the eyes. The shoemaker could not starve, his son had the idea, he would become employed. At the stable he could work, eat, sleep, and stay, and send his extra earning to his father, as his mother had been a dead whore, who infected his father, and now the disease was manifesting. The Northern Land's inhabitants were of cheap morals, and of poor health. After 17 moon passings his father dided, they burned the house to purify the land, and he was alone. His father was buried deep, yet, it was near the water, of the name the river Red. This river followed towards the town, then further south to the capital. Revolutions before, the river was full of life, with merchants and entertainers. He remembered one time, when he was younger, a jester of the Royal Court passed by and gave him a question "What is your name?" It troubled him as his father never gave him a name. He was known as "Boy" to his father of "Shoemaker's son" or sometimes simple "Shoe" passes for his name. Until his father passes, he had no formal name, The documents lay on the desk space, unfilled. These documents were from the government. According to the royal, he does not exist! He paid no taxes and was a foreigner with no home. This would end now. His employer too him on, and paid for his father's burial. He also gave him a name, and wrote it on the documents. He had sent it to the village, where it was sent forward to the town, to the South, to the Capitols. The wonders it must have seen, he thought, That night after much thought by his employer, he was given his name. "Shoe, I have sent your documents, the name we gave you, we as myself and my wife, is 'Drel'." Drel thought about his new name during the moons that passed, the sun would rise and he was Drel, but by the end he felt as if he was really nameless. He would go over the loss of his father, how the sickness took him. over. He was saddened by his name, that he had one, and not by his father. His days continued and the horse renter's wife passed, and she was buried, near Drel's father, beneath a stone slab.