Descending upon the valley, I felt the pain growing in my stomach. I still cannot believe I went up against the swordsman of Erendil! I still remember his face, rugged, has a beard that covers hi entire mouth and his eyes are deep red. Curse that man! I guess that was a battle I was destined to lose, but still he shouldn't have had a sword when I had only a knife. The lords of Erendil Decided to give to me seven books instead of the title of the brave man. Curse my infernal health! But at least I am a scholar. As I will grow from that, I fear its time. Its time to complete my novel, Descent into the World. As I travel onward, I hope the novel will be completed. My novel is based upon the tales of the world, built from short stories and folktales. My driving force is my dream to become a fa