The smell of burning bread filled my nostrils as I woke up from a dream of mounted soldiers, battles, and warg riders. It was a quiet night in the hill fort of Edoras, and only a few hoof beats of late night riders and dogs barking could be heard. I raced to the kitchen to find the oven on fire. I grabbed a nearby bucket of water and drenched it, bread and all. "What will my mother think," I thought. If she found out... If she found out but I wasn't there, what could she possibly do. I grinned, took the bread to the pigsty, and chucked it into the trough. Even if I was just 13, I tended to be pretty tricky. I walked to the oak behind our house and grabbed my hand carved bow and arrows, with a strong determination to teach myself to shoot. The first few shots where pointless but my next was an orks-eye! With a new thought in my head, I snuck out into the valley and stomped up a rabbit, aimed carefully, and shot it in the head. I stared in awe at the carcass on the ground as the moonlight made the trickling blood clear, that night, a small grave was places next to the oak, but that night was only the begining.
