A Look Into the Past...

[MaskedLegend]

"Rorand, ready for another lesson?" Tera, Rorand's elf mother, asked.

"Yeah mom, I got a new mortar today!" the young child proclaimed.

Rorand and Tera sat inside the humble cottage. Beakers, mortars, pestles, retorts, all were set up on the counter. Rorand pulled up a wicker chair and grabbed a genseng leaf, grinding it into a fine powder remnants.
"Ok, you can use this herb to relax the muscles in a body." she said with a smile.

Someone knocked on the door and Rorand got up to answer it. He opened the creaking door to reveal Hayden, his father. In his hands were 3 freshly fletched arrows and a quiver slung on his back.

"Time to show you some more moves kiddo," stated his human father. They both stepped outside past Tera's herb garden on past into the forest. Hayden had set up wool woven target pad to complete a makeshift arrow range.

"Here, I wanted you try this bow." Hayden said. "It's a bit longer for you, but the arrow gets a lot more distance, you just gotta pull the line a lot harder." Hayden handed him a luxuriously carved oakwood bow.
"It'll work, I sung it myself."

Rorand grabbed a fake arrow and pulled the shaft next to the line. He loosed an arrow and it struck the padded target in the center. After an hour, he finished training.

"Well, you've gotten a whole lot better kiddo!" Hayden excitedly said. "I want you to practice with this now." He handed him a short sword in an ivory sheathe. Hayden slid his Fate & Destiny blades out of his sheathe. The blue polished blade shimmered in the light as they sparred, parried, and blocked each other's blows.

After a long day of hard training, both mental and physical, Rorand was exhausted. While his father cleaned up the archery range and packed the supplies, Tera was busy fixing supper. Rorand smelled delicious oven baked bread, and heard her chopping vegetables for a hardy stew. Along the beaten path to the cottage, Rorand heard other children playing along side the road. They were simply passing a rock back and forth with magic. Rorand walked over, catching the rock with a simple telekinetic spell, twirling it in midair.
"Mind if I join?" he innocently asked.

"Pfft, no way halfer, leave us alone." they ridiculed. Rorand hadn't noticed that their long silky hair covered pointed ears as they were pure elves.

"Halfer... but I'm part elf too, that still counts doesn't it?"

The elves dropped the rock and decided to go home. He heard a few mutters as they left. "Halfers always ruin everything... No, hurry... he might follow...," they whispered.

Heartbroken and lonely, he turned around and headed home, casting the rock on the path, shattering it into torn fragments. Rorand hurried home and smelled the aroma of freshly cooked stew. A wooden polished bowl lay on the counter for him as his mother served more rations from the pot. A loaf of bread sat next to it, fresh churned butter to the right. He gazed at the stew and right about the fluid reached his lips he noticed something disturbing. Rorand waved his hand over the bowl and it turned a dark green.

"Very good!" Tera proclaimed. "I knew you'd notice the little posion herb I placed in there from our lesson, your becoming very skilled indeed, my little Rorand."

He forced a weak smile and diluted it, then downed the stew. The taste of onions, parsley, tomato, celery, and a hunk of potato rush into his mouth, filling it with flavor. He tore of a piece of bread and dunked it in the broth, sponging the warm goodness. After finishing his meal and gave his mom and huge and proceeded to his room. Inside was a maplewood dresser for all his linens, a glass pane window, several candles, a bookshelve, closet, and a hay and wool stufy mattress on his bedpost.
He laid down on his bed, and pulled the cotton blankets over him, shutting his eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, the radiiant sun burst through his window, waking Rorand up. He got up, made his bed, changed, and went to breakfast. Hayden still was asleep and Tera was busying serving leftover stew and bread for breakfast. Rorand thanked his mother, and gobbled up his meal. Rorand woke his father, who did the same with his breakfast and they both went outside, basking in the new day's glory.

"Alright, follow me... I spotted something strange heading home last night." Hayden stated.

"Strange?" Rorand queried.

"Yeah, a campfire someone in the forest... I want to check if it's still there."

They crept through the woods, careful not to make any sudden movements are a lot of noise, that might disturb whatever waited for them. They heard voices from deeper in the woods.

"Ok.. judging by sounds, I'd say there are about 5 men there...," Hayden whispered.

"Use the camoflauge technique I taught you to get a better look, and also practice the animal tame to see if their minds caught any glances."

Rorand nodded and camoflauged, turning his appearance green and muddy to hide himself. He closed his eyes and senses the plant and animal presences. He felt an owl overheard and he linked their minds, seeing through its eyes and scanning its memories.

"Yeah, there are five up ahead..." Rorand stated. "And they're armed," he warned. Hayden frowned.

"I think we should turn back, we're outnumbered...," he thought aloud.

They both quietly turned back and started to head back. THANG! An arrow stuck in a tree trunk next to them! There were actually six, they didn't see the bandits' sentry patrolling the camp.

"Run, Rorand!" Hayden shouted as he yanked his bow free and loosed several arrows, killing two bandits with arrows to the head. Rorand ran through the woods, jumping over fallen trees and bushes, turning around to see his father following, releasing arrows every several steps. But when they reached a clearing, the other bandits took a detour ahead and trapped them. Four against two, all armed with bows and broadswords. One bandit stretched his bowstring, and released an arrow heading toward Rorand. Everything went slower and he felt frozen watching the arrow move closer and closer. He closed his eyes, waiting for death's piercing strike when he heard a dull thump.

Rorand opened his eyes and Hayden laid on the ground, a crimson river flowing from his chest, the arrow protruding forth...

"No... no... this.. isn't... happening..." Rorand cried, fighting the tears.

"NOOOOO!" Rage welled inside of him and his hands glowed a furious red. He faced the men and shoved his hands forward, sending a jet of hungerous flames, devouring them in an inferno. He heard their dying screams of torment and agony. But the forest burned as well. Rorand was trying to heal his father's wound, slowly removing the arrow shaft, warm blood trickled on his hands as he attempted to mend the wound.

"Rorand... be strong... leave me be in peace... make me proud son... take.... take my sword... it has... become.. your... your destiny now..."
Hayden said, forcing the words out. Hayden ripped the sword and sheathe from his belt and handed it to him. Rorand accepted them and picked Hayden up, Hayden leaning on him, using him as a crutch in the burning woods.

They made their way, when a tree collapsed and headed to crush them. With the last of his strength, Hayden pushed Rorand out of the way, and the burning tree crushed Hayden Terin... once and for all. Rorand fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face and put his hands to his cheeks, wiping them away. The forest started to die around him and the emptiness of death surrounded him. He left his father in peace as he asked and escaped. Rorand had no idea what to do. He could never face his mother knowing the guilt that it was his fauly his father died...
"I'm... I'm... a murderer..." he said to himself.

Rorand waited till nightfall and snuck into his room through the window, taking clothes, food, everything, stuffing them into a woven bag that hung across his shoulder. He belted Fate & Destiny, and the oakwood bow, and left his home forever.

It was two days later, wandering from his home, when he sensed a pack of wolves in a clearing up ahead. He crept forward and saw a young pup of a wolf, fending off 4 other wolves for a dead deer behind him. The wolves slashed and gnawed at him, knocking him over as he helplessly lay there and whimpered. As it was about to die, Rorand rushed into the clearing, shooting arrows to chase them away. The young little pup laid there, licking the blood from its wounds. Rorand felt a sense of compassion and as he tried to approach it, the wolf snapped at him. Rorand sat on his knees and waited for the wolf to accept his help. After a few minutes, wolf let him heal its wounds. Rorand carried the wolf on his way, keeping him and him linked together. After a few days, he heard echoes of his thoughts emanating from the wolf. One day when they were traveling he heard something strange.

"Hey you..."

Rorand drew his sword and scanned around the area.
"Who's there, show yourself!" Rorand demanded.

"No, over here..."

Rorand paced back and forth until he set his eyes on the wolf as it stared back at him.

"Hello Rorand, you finally figured it out," it said cunningly.

"You can speak with me... in my mind..." Rorand replied astounded.

"It seems being linked with you so long, I adapted a sense of being and learning your dialect from your own thoughts and memories, very... peculiar."

"Hmm... you'll need a strong and a smart named now..." Rorand pondered. After a long while, inspiration struck. "Wolven!"
He nodded. Ever since, they've been traveling, searching for their fate... their and destiny...

[James Xyron]

That's pretty good. The only thing is that it is incredibly similar to Eragon and the Inheritance series. But actually in Eragon Christopher Paolini describes magic using almost the same as how you would use spiritual energy in real life, except without the whole ancient language thing and the way your energy is drained works different, along with the whole setup and... well whatever. So you can use that. Actually your character is close to mine. I haven't got it approved yet, as it has only been a day, but if you go to character approval and look for David Kuridan you can read it. You don't have to, I was just suggesting. Maybe when my character is approved we can battle together. I have to go now. See ya later.

[MaskedLegend]

Yeah, I knew someone would point that out. I'm such a fanboy, but I seriously tried to not base it off of that. And I haven't even finished reading the books yet... Like I said, I tried to make it as original as possible, having met his parent's running away from home, not having any siblings, not too skilled as archery. I didn't want to include him saying words for casting spells cause that would seem too uniform.

[James Xyron]

Yeah but changing just a few things doesn't work. Well, it works for now, but if you ever wanted to write a book on it, then you would not be able to do that. I have been writing stuff slightly similar to Eragon before I read it, but mine is different enough. However, I did have people riding dragons, but dragons did not have the same intelligence. Rather, they ate dirt, ash, and rock, and were holy creatures that fought for the light, but there are few and have not been seen very much.

But that is from a book I'm making called Xyronus. It has nothing to do with David Kuridan. That was a character I made from scratch.

Another thing, it is the name Rorand and the style of names, along with the beginning that makes it similar. It's not the details, but the basic story that makes it similar. Changing order helps, and you can keep the same amount of bow skill level, but try making the powers way different but still similar and you can even say that Rorand began using the sword instead of being taught to use it later by a character like Brom.

And yet another thing, if you know Star Wars at all, you can see the similarities between Eragon and Star Wars. Think of Dragon Riders as Jedi. Eragon would be Luke. Grew up on a farm, and was the last Dragon rider. He was taught by an old guy named Brom, just like Obi-wan Kenobi, There is the Empire, and Galbatorix is just like a mix between Darth Vader, a guy who was a Jedi(dragon rider) but turned evil, and the Emperor, because he is obviously emperor of Alagasia. Magic resembles the force, but that's because George Lucas and Christopher both know a bit about spiritual energy, and both of their concepts are similar. I don't know how far you are, otherwise I would tell you about more similarities. I already read Eragon and Eldest. They rock. My favorite books are still the Iron Tower series, but Inheritance was cool.

Sorry for such a darn long post. But it was sort of necessary.