Derick's Age

[Samson (Derick) 123]

Derick stands on a hill, overlooking the ruins of what used to be land belonging to Seventis. He sighs, because almost everyone he'd ever known, including king Renati, has died. As the sun begins to sink more and more into the sea to his west, he stands up, and walks over to his old tattered tent. Derick can remember events from very long ago, but events of few days ago, he forgets. The death of Renati had more of a toll on him then he once thought. He takes the grey tent canvas door, and walks inside. The dark oak wood creaks under his fur boots. He lies down in his bed, and waits for tomorrow, knowing that he probably won't remember the events of the current day anyway.

[Dyn 149]

((For a bit comma crazy huh? It's a pretty alright story but if you want people to read things like this, you should start with a strong lead))