Looking outside and a new beginning.......

Coming to the door I feel the cool air coming from the top of the door. Knowing it is going to be cold is not going to feel good on my rough dry leathery hide. I grasp the door and pull in an instant I get blasted with the coldness. The water dripping off my head I had to take off my tunic. It felt as if the winter would not go away. The sun at high noon and knowing stepping outside i would put my life at risk because of those dang zergbuggers. They are the flying stungers that I find myself peeling out that pionty flesh of theirs every year. Plus this is a new day in Traviolen. So I am not going to risk this wonderous day with a stunger. I close the door and walk back into my home. This home built so long ago. My father had found it after the 1st Celestial War. he was a ranger of a stout figure. He could fling a notcher as far as the bloodshot eye could see. he taught me at a young age that those notchers would one day save my life. But when he found this place he saw a giant tree with 3 floors inside and a beautiful chair in one corner for my precious Zionix mother. Our kind the Zionix come from a long line. We are a peaceful type, we are one with our animal kingdom, except me and those dung stungers......(more tomorrow)