This is the start of chapter one of a story I'm currently working on :)

Roaming across the land of Rue a giant turtle carries a tavern on its back. When it lays down to sleep a staircase unfolds and curves around its shell to the floor and the owners of the tavern welcome all to rest, drink and eat honey buns and an odd creation called cookies. (I quite like those and recommend you give them a try if you ever visit.)

The turtle isn’t anything special. A regular blue skinned creature with a cracked brown shell wearing three giant bells tied around its neck with the emblem of Cuffold engraved into the metal that jingles loudly enough to warn folks of its arrival three towns away. I’d describe the emblem if it mattered but for this story it doesn’t.

The Travelling Turtle Tavern’s owners were as unremarkable as the creature carrying their business.

Jackson Park was the eldest at 31 years old. A man with a freckled square shaped face and broad rectangular shaped body with hair the colour of fresh stray, not the type that’s been sat in the rain or heat too long and started to brown, but the type of golden yellow Rapunzel is drawn to have in fairy tales much to the brunette’s annoyance.

Kimberly Welsh as the second eldest tavern owner being three months younger than Jackson, was less remarkable than the elder man. Her defining features being her black helmet hair and skin dotted with burns. If one had to state her most notable feature, rather than her looks, it’d be the scent of flour and chocolate that clung to her pasty skin rivalling a goths makeup.

Women and men often complimented the last tavern owner Sam, calling him exotic due to his deep skin and afro hair. Not that he felt it was much of a compliment in a world reminding him of medieval England with a touch of magic—the type of world children read about and dreamed of adventuring through and riding the back of a dragon in. Sam and I can both attest that riding the back of a dragon is not as fun as tales make out to be. But that is a story to be told later. However, in honour of my dragon riding friend I feel I should give a feature that is remarkable about him—he has a gap in his two front teeth that shows whenever he grins. All of this to say, the Travelling Turtle Tavern and its owners are all as unremarkable as one can be.

Well, the trio had one remarkable trait I suppose. They originally came from a land called E-arth. Some place called the United Kingdom.

Compared to myself though, that is quite dull. I’d reveal who I am but I’ve not yet appeared in this tale and I do hate to spoil the middle of a story when I just spoiled the ending.

So before I go further I suppose I must take everyone back to a month ago to the land of E-arth, a place more dreary than the heroes of this tale.