Dragons...The Story of Lasin and Kalea

"Lasin, could you please get me some sharliss herb for this stew?" A slim woman, her red skirt swirling, spun around to face her son. His trim, tall body had attracted many a young lady, and his brown hair was the envy of all the townspeople, most of whom were blond. He was always ready to help, though he sometimes got impatient with people.
"Yes, ma'm," he replied. "How much would you like?"

The mother responded, "A handful. It will give the stew good flavor."

Lasin saluted his mother with a smile, and then walked out the door into the sunshine. He strode up the path through the town, Shalbir, whistling a care-free tune. He loved days like this, when the sun shone and everything was bright and cheery. A soft breeze gently swayed the trees by the path, casting dancing shadows on the ground where he walked. People were milling about, buying food, cloth, and various items from the street side vendors. He waved to several people as he passed by the market square. He passed the inn, which was very old, as you could tell from the crumbling stone wall that surrounded it.

The path began to travel slightly upwards as it left town, heading into the surrounding country of moors and scattered forests. On the horizon far away, Lasin could see mountains, the edge of where man traveled. Beyond the mountains was unknown land, where things roamed beyond the humans knowledge.
Many years ago, the humans had come over the mountains from the wild lands, after winning the war with the Perxirutal, but no one ventured back over the mountains. The mountains were a wall, a safeguard surrounding the whole country. Occasionally, someone traveling near the edge of the mountains would see a flying shape in the sky that could possibly be a Perxiruta, but no one ever did anything about it. No one even believed there were any Perxirutal any more. As long as the mountains were there, they were safe.

As Lasin thought about these things, he walked off the path toward a cluster of boulders. Sharliss grew in rocky areas, so he was sure there would be some here. He looked forward to the thought of his mothers thick, hot stew, sprinkled with the spicy, aromatic herb. The grass grew very short near the boulders, and it was easy to find the herb. As soon as he rounded one boulder, he saw the dark green plant in the shade of the next boulder. He plucked a handful of the broad leaves off, carefully put them in his pouch, and then plucked another leaf off. He crushed it, breathed in the sharp smell, then stuck it in his mouth and began chewing.

Lasin sat down against the sunny side of the boulder, and gazed out over the countryside. He could see the town, its wooden and stone buildings looking like toys. He could see sheep grazing on some of the moors, and small corn lots on others. The sky was a shining blue, and wisps of clouds hung on it, whispering of far off rain beyond the mountains. The mountains looked very small and far away, and Lasin felt safe. He would begin home as soon as he had finished eating the herb.

When the herbs juice was gone, Lasin spit it out, and then got to his feet. He had been gone twenty minutes, and his mother would expect him back with the herb soon. He had just started down the path, when someone called behind him. Lasin turned around, and saw a girrl run down toward him, her skirt gathered up in her hands. She reached him and tried to say something, but she was panting so hard that she couldn't talk. "Hold on! Calm down, and wait a minute until you catch your breath," Lasin said, sitting her down at the side of the path.
The girrl immediately got up, and said breathlessly, "I can't wait. I saw a Perx track on the other side of the hill. Come and see!"

Keep going...
I'll keep adding more as soon as I can. Just so you know, the Perx are dragons. Any questions, message me. Thx! Also, "girrl" is intentionally misspelled cuz it won't let me show girrl w/ 1 "r" for some reason.