I’d recently been talking about a project I had been working on called Mirror Mythe. Mythe being the name of my fantasy world.
Because of a dream I had, in which my brother and I were traveling in my world, I decided to recreate us in this world. It’s not a form of wish fulfillment, it’s not a way to make myself seem more awesome than I am in real life. This is the story of three brothers in a world of my creation. These three are based off of three brothers in real life, but they are characters all their own. They have different lives, ambitions, and goals. I hope you like who they are, as I present the first glimpse at two of the brothers.
Wet Hair and Dirt Roads
Two men walk down a wet back road that runs through the province of Dorende; one of twelve territories in the land of Lyragon. The sky had recently fallen, leaving the dirt road soft and damp. Puddles dot the road in the distance, and the trees of the forest surrounding still drip with the since passed rain. One of the men flung his head back and forth as to dry his wet locks. His hair, normally the color of weathered gold, was the color of tavern dishwater from its recent shower. As he threw his head like that of a dog, the other man, who stood a good head taller than him, removed the hood of his cloak. This one had his hair cut short in a fashion that was deemed professional. Continue reading