Showing, Not telling

The hero was strong and handsome. He was admired by the townspeople. He was brave and wished to help those in need.
Galloping through the streets, he was rushing towards a scene caused down the bottom of the village. Hoping down from his brilliant steed with a graceful thud, the smell of anxious sweat dripping from his masculine face. Shocked, the people lining the street looked up at the Philip (hero) in admiration. "Don't fret, charming peasants, I am here to help."


The wizard was ugly and evil. The people of the town were terrified of him. He enjoyed threatening them, especially the children. He was cruel and greedy.
He peered through his old wooden window, overshadowing the city of ruins a group of ratty, tattered children were galloping around the courtyard. Laughing among themselves. "humph, silly humans... Lemony Limey Louth, quiet that big mouth, lemony limey Louth snickitee, go away for eternity". Suddenly a burst of blue, purple and white sparkles of dust appear from his wooden wand, and zapped the children away to a different place inside of his mystic wand.


The peasants were kind and helpful. They were hard working and honest people. They were scared to drawing the attention of the wizard.
"Excuse me, but do you know where the wizard of Farmington is?" the majestic hero questioned. "No, now go away, your scaring all of my customers." the angry merchant yelled. With a short thud of his saddle, he climbs aboard his horse and trails off the find answers. A click and a clack of the hooves trotted across the pebble pavement, past a groups of peasants dressed in brown and old tattered clothes. "Um, Excuse me, but did you ask that merchant where the wizard of Farrington is?" a young girl peasant asked with sweet pigtails. "... Indeed I did young girl... What is your request?". "I am able to show you to him, I know where he is." desperately trying everything to help this hero. "Oh that is not needed young girl, just tell me the directions and I am on my way." the hero said with pride. "Oh no, it is no bother for me, you saved our city, I must help". "Fine then... WHOA!" a clump on the saddle, she sat there looking up at him with awe. "Warn me next time... So where are we heading young girl?". "North 5 km then west, and please, call me Lucy". As they cluttered down the road of dusty pebbles through a crowd of people looking up in awe.


The land was beautiful, but harsh. The town was safe from the elements, but outside could be dangerous if one did not take precautions.
Birds fluttered their wings chasing the colorful butterflies along the emerald green grass of hills. The sun radiating down upon the dew of the morning, glistening through the eyes of the people of Garemont. A wall, huge and protective, stands between the citizens of Garemont and the outside world. Earth, air, fire and water my strike with their determined hands eating the souls of the unfortunate. A passage can be the only hope, leading through the flora of the mountains towards the trickling stream running after each other over the rocks. A relaxation place for a refreshing wetness as you jump into its sheet of aqua blue water.