To be a ten
year old boy in the ancient times was definitely something no
one would strive for... Being a ten year old boy, Bren knew that
very well. Actually, he was certain even the experienced
warriors or the skillful wizards were thinking the many dangers
in their world would scare anyone of them too... As to cope with
the many hordes of Brown faces, or their horrible freelancers –
the cave bears, the Fiery men, the flying korks, the
fish-keepers, the one-eyeds, and some of the other evil human
races, was a task as horrible as the brown-skinned warriors’
cracked faces...
But the
most dreadful news was that Bren, the youngest one amongst his
kind-hearted, but desperate people, had to save all the good
creatures in the antiquity. Unfortunately, even the most
experienced wizards couldn’t tell how the young boy could do
that...