hope for the future

As the leader of a village, Crest the imp, had a busy day most days. the will to the people was a dream of the society of imps. Many times the uproar of mistakes he made seemed to unleash a broken hope. The war with many different creatures trying to take the forest for there own, was a long and arduous task to provide his people with hope in the future. the usual population of the woods was imps and many other mystical creatures. Many days had past since the last attack, of the unknown enemy, bringing most of the power he held to diminish and seem useless. All the variety of things Crest had ever done had been so simple to impress, as he seemed the only imp willing to try rather than give up. To the east was a castle of the wizard Rick, who at times brought fresh food for the imps. Although they did not speak the same language as the imps, he nonetheless helped them. The magic of the wizards was an interesting help once or twice and Rick just might be the only hope that Crest needed. the attack of the past was a matter of being out numbered and in no way power struggle, so they defend themselves well, but a spell for their profit would help to say the lest. As Crest gathered his things in his hollow tree he threw a tantrum at the lack of help his people were being. "Dam them, why is it I have to do this, we should have people lining up to defend Cashmier, yet all is in my hands now somehow." throwing his bag over his shoulder and trampling the leaves he used as carpet. he sighed and caught ear of whispering at the doorway. he opened the wooden door made from tied together twigs and looked aghast, "is it that you care to come too, or do you not care either." the two imps at the the door snickered at him and turned to one another, "what, you think we are going to give you all the fun adventure and exciting travel, of course I want to help you." scoffing at the thought. Crest walked past them and the two followed through the woods.