I Figured that since this is my first entry I might as well post a small short story that I had to write up for class, and then later fell in love with my idea, although in my opinion I need to change the ending badly.

     "The Guild" 

      Valen looked up at the door. A soft rap and the sound of paper on stone were the only noises that said someone had been there. He strode over to the door and picked up a small folded letter, yet did not the door knowing that no one would be their. The letter itself was not gilded or printed on fine paper, it was a simple note that he had been waiting for for almost half his life.( Gasp?! A mysterious note! )