My Own Story

Over the weekend, I was at East Lake. Every day i went to the swimming beach, and sat, paced, or waded in the water, telling my self a story I had made. The story is fantasy, hardly realistic.
My Story:
     Baren, a young Lithin girl, born in a small town in Lithin, walked up to the bar of The Tavern. Behind The Tavern bar was Lucile, a mid forties woman.
     Lucile sadly lost her three children to Grim. Grim was an ore that lithins used to make money. If it was not cured or  smelted right, or if it's plain ore, if you touch it you would die. Grim was magic though, and didn't kill of poison, but of unlucky death.
     Baren sat on her usual stool. and waited for Lucile to finish tending to a man.
"Hello, Baren. " Said Lucile with a happy smile.
"Lucile, I am not here to discuss like usual. I have an important matter to tend with you." Said Baren. Indeed, she did. Something tragic had happened to Baren's father.
" Well, child, spit it out. I will take you to the back, only for a moment,though. We are very busy today." Lucile said, opening a door for Baren.
"Lucile, my issue is about my father.You know how he is in the royal guard, right?"
Lucile nodded, slowly and nervously.
"His last mission before becoming a Nite Guard, the highest rank of guard, was to kill Lathil."
Lucile gasped at her words. Lathil was a dragon, very large compared to a normal dragon. He lived on Lithin Point, the tallest mountain in Lithin.
"He, he, he died!" Cried Baren. Her tears were hot, and ran down her high cheekbones,
She tried to stop to finish her discussion, but was interrupted by Lucile's warm embrace.
"What, wha, what I was trying to say was---
CLIFF HANGER!!!!!
I will add more tomorrow!!