This is my attempt at writing a fantasy novel, i will also be publishing links to other bloggers who have great stories
Monday, 16 July 2012
Comments
in the middle of chapter two. If possible would love comments just too see what people think and if they think i should make any changes.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Characters so far (plus special)
Special Characters are made up from my closest friends names, and given parts than reflect their current en-devours
Eloi (name means Chosen(French/Latin)) - Main protagonist
Eloi (name means Chosen(French/Latin)) - Main protagonist
hitting 20
medium strength, athletic keen senses
hunter-woodsman
Axe, sword, Bow
Akila -(meaning wise (Arabic)) Mother of protagonist
ex-servant/cook. Seamstress
22-42
average height, beautiful when younger/ regal beauty older
ok with axe, little know how of magic
Boyce (name meaning Forest (old French)) - Trainer
Ex-Senior rebel officer
50's
Greying hair, hard features, scarred
experienced with most weapons, good knowledge of magic
Lianda (meaning good character (mandarin)) (Irony)
Dark Sorceress
unknown age
Very beautiful long dark raven hair, whitish skin
Most powerful magic user
Ludas (Another form of judas-traitor) (betrays his mother)
early 20's
covered in cloak for appearance
Good with magic, very knowledgeable with history (of magic too)
Leod (means ugly (Scottish))
30's
huge brute, Face looks as though it’s been smashed a few times, crooked nose
Experienced with magic, carries a huge war axe
(Special characters)
Raile Spielg (craig)
high ranking guard
30's
tough, smart good fighter
axe's, spears, bow
Jaize Frems (james)
40's
bard, inn/bar owner
daggers
Raina-Ellis Lihma (melissa)
48
Historian
Very knowledgeable, Soft, caring
Doesn’t use weapons
Melizana J. Elbeth, (jane)
20's
huntress/royal lady
bow, dagger (pet falcon)
Wimroo Artiney (william)
60's
alchemist
staff, staves, potions
Saivon Mees (evie)
18-19
apprentice mage
fun bubbly
stave/hand flourishes
Friday, 6 July 2012
CHAPTER ONE my first chapter :D
Chapter 1
Creeping along the forest floor, the hunter had his ears
cocked. It was just after dawn, the crisp leafs crunched underfoot, sunlight
peered through the branches and a gentle wind blew through. His bow, held tight
in his hands and his arrow knocked. Any game was target and not many animals,
when seen, managed to evade his arrow’s head. As he was pacing he saw what he
wanted, a rabbit. Not much, but it would do as breakfast for his mother and
himself. Pulling back the shaft, he aimed, and let go. Before the arrow even
hit his target, he knew it had struck. Walking over to claim his prize, the
arrow was removed and placed back in his quiver, his bow already back on his
back.
Standing up, the sunlight showed him to be a young man.
Stubble lined his face, his eyes a calm blue, which contradicted the serious
look in them. Chestnut hair fell to just above his eyes, covering the tips of
his ears. He has muscles honed by years of hunting, not bulky but athletic. His
clothes were nothing more than a simple green cloak, to help camouflage with
the foliage. Leather boots adorned his feet and simple woollen trousers kept
his legs warm.
Wrapping the rabbit up, he headed back the way he came,
listening to the birds tweeting and other sounds of life throughout the forest.
As he got closer to his home a trickle of water could be heard. A single stream
running parallel to his path, filled with clean water and some small fish
swimming around. Reaching his destination, the hunter stopped to admire the
quaint little hut he lived in. It was nothing fancy, just big enough to hold a
room or two, openings stood where windows would be placed but there lay only
thick red curtains to keep out the elements.
Sitting down he began unwrapping the rabbit, and then
proceeded to cut away the fur. Rustling from within let him know his mother had
woken, ‘’Eloi is that you?’’ she calmly asked. She walked out the cabin looking
at her son and sat next to him and took the rabbit from him.
She was not an old women but she had weariness on her face
that went beyond age, it showed a troubled past but Eloi could not understand
what it was that troubled her, she never spoke of her past and since he was born
he was always raised in the forest. Her eyes were an emerald green, and she had
a beautiful face, a face that you could tell when she was younger would have made princes
journey day and night just to catch a glimpse. She was only of average height,
not tall and not small. The only company
they had was each other and the occasional visit from his friend and teacher
Boyce. A man who had been there throughout his childhood, he knew that Boyce
was not his father but he was as good as. He taught him how to hunt, how to set
traps and even helped him to read with books he brought back from places he had
visited. He was on another one of those journeys now.
‘Eloi I told you to wait until I was awake before you went
hunting, you know how I hate not knowing your whereabouts.’’ She said as she
took the blade from him and began stripping the rest of the rabbit though much
neater.
Eloi looked up to his mum, ‘’ Well you haven’t been looking
too well lately, plus even if I told you where I was going I might end up
somewhere else mum, you know how lose track of where I am going and what time
it is.’’ He then proceeded to laugh and gather some nearby twigs and branches.
As he got the fire ground set up, his mother had finished off the
rabbit and skewed it with a sharp wooden pole. Placing it on two other poles
sticking out the ground over the branches Eloi had placed down, she lit the
makeshift fire.
‘’Mum, tell me about dad again, and tell me everything, I
want to know… no… I need to know.’’ He begged.
Her eyes watered a little, but just for a second as she
wiped her eyes and returned a smile to her face. ‘’Your dad was an amazing man,
very handsome, just like you,’’ she smiled ‘’ He wasn’t the strongest but he
knew how to handle a sword and let’s just say he was much nicer than the rest
of his family,’’ She laughed at this as if she had told a funny joke. She
stared off into the sky for a few minutes just thinking. She continued, ‘’ Your
dad liked to read, he had a good grasp on history as well as other subjects…
but history was his favourite, he knew so much and used to tell me about
different things he had read, you could hear the excitement in his voice when
he discovered some new tale. We met when I was eh… making him dinner. He looked
quite lonely, and so when I brought him his food I believe he was just glad to
speak to anyone. Every night it would be the same, and we would get closer and
closer until you were conceived.’’ A couple of tears had welled in her eyes
again but this time she made no movement to wipe them, ‘’ Some time later
your dad got into some trouble, and I ended up getting involved. Your father
sacrificed himself to save me and so many more people than that. He is a hero
and I’ll never forget him as will many people who know what he accomplished. That’s
all I’m telling you for today, you have a busy day.’’
‘’But mum there must be more, like what trouble did he get
into, who did he save, why did he have to give up his life, ‘’ Questioned Eloi.
‘’I’ll tell you more when you get back, I’m assuming you’re
all ready for your trip to the city later then?’’ asked his mum, as she turned
the rabbit
‘’Yeah I guess so. Boyce said he would meet me in some
tavern in a few days, The Dragon’s Eye I’m sure it was called, but he did say
it might be a day or two before he gets back there. Are you sure you will be
okay mum?’’ He replied, looking at her with a very serious face, ‘’ I don’t
have to go, we can just go to the village market like we usually do.’’
His mum looked back at him just as sternly, ‘’ I’m not some
defenceless fool, I can look after myself. I brought you up didn’t I? Also this
trip is for your birthday. It is a gift from me to you, you’re almost twenty
years old, no longer my child but my young man.
Boyce will show you around and he said he might even be able to let you
get a sneak peak at the knights who train there.’’
Eloi laughed, ‘’ And you say I’m not a little boy. Mum I
wanted to be a knight when I was younger. I’m content now to help you and hunt
for our food and sell your clothes made from pelts at the village.’’ He looked
at her, ‘’ Mum I’m grateful but honestly I am fine just helping you.’’
She playfully slapped him on the head, ‘’ Listen boy it
isn’t so you can become one, Boyce has entered you in the city’s tournament.
You’ll get to participate in the swordsmanship and archery categories. He is
showing you the knights so you can see what the competition looks like. And who
knows if you win, you can buy me some nice jewellery.’’
‘’ Fine I’ll go, but before I do I’ll finish breakfast, go
catch some more food and cut some wood for the next few days okay.’’ He stated.
Eloi finished up his breakfast, got his axe and placed it
through his belt then walked back through the trees. A few hours of hunting and
he had caught a couple more rabbits, and had placed them in his satchel. He
found a quiet spot near the source of the stream and sat down to start skinning
his mum’s future dinner. The source of the stream was a crack in the ground in
a small basin that bubbled water out. It was not deep it went up to bout his
waist, He decided he may as well bathe before he set home, get some of the
blood of his hands. Stripping down to his briefs Eloi waded into the deepest
part of the small basin and just lay down letting himself float. As the water
was not very fast he could stop himself being pulled along just by waving his
arms a little. After a few minutes he started to feel a little odd. Something
was not right; it was as if someone was watching him. Standing up he looked
around the trees looking for any movement. Years of archery and hunting had
trained his eyes to be very keen, but he could not make anything out. The
bubbling water deafened his ears, so he could not hear any subtle movements.
The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, and
he kept shivering. Turning he ran to his clothes, grabbing his axe holding it
as tight as he could, His hands were very sweaty and clammy and holding it was
harder than it usually was. Eloi had never felt like this before, heart beating
so fast that it threatened to burst out his chest, his body was trembling his
eyes darting in every direction. He was terrified. Bears did not scare him nor
snakes or even giant spiders that occasionally roamed the woods, but some
unseen assailant, just the feeling of what is out there had him in such a
state.
Whilst looking out, a thought struck him, his mother.
Dressing quickly he raced back through the tree’s forgoing his satchel for
speed.
-
As he left the clearing three shadowy figures stepped out
from behind the trees. The figure at the front of the trio was obviously in
charge dressed in huge black armour, a black aura surrounded him almost acting
like a shroud. A helmet covered his head and all that could be seen coming from
the inside was two small red slits. The other two were identical to each other
covered in black leather armour and a leather face mask to hide their
identities, they both stood behind the man in armour at either shoulder. The
man in armour walked over to the fallen satchel, not a sound was made from the leaves,
there was not even an impression left in the ground. Picking it up he poured
out the contents, ‘’ Hmm nothing of importance, get his scent. I can sense a
special barrier, one that disrupts your sense of direction and keeps you away
from it, unless you have passed it or entered with another before,’’ he said as
he threw it to his followers.
Catching it between them they both brought their heads down
taking in the scent from the satchel they both looked in the direction Eloi had
run.
‘’We will leave it till the morrow,’’ Continued the armoured
man, ‘’ until I can discern wither there are more traps or barriers. For now
rest, feel free to eat those animals that were so nicely given to us.’’
As he sat down to concentrate the two shadowy followers
picked up the rabbits caught by Eloi and ripped right into the flesh of the rabbit
whilst draining the blood, the quiet forest scene being disrupted by the sickly
sound of bone crunching.
-
Running through the entrance to the hut, Eloi was panting,
exhausted from running all the way from the little clearing. His mum looked at
him in shock, surprised by the sudden intrusion, ‘’what’s wrong? What’s happened?
Here take a seat catch your breath,’’ She offered as she tried to lead him to
the chair.
‘’No… Are you okay? ‘’ He puffed, ‘’I felt something…in the
forest…something dark, terrifying.’’ He thought he caught his mum’s features
change to one of fear but back to worry, catching his breath Eloi continued, ‘’
I didn’t see anything or hear anything, I was just relaxing by the pool further
up the river when suddenly this feeling of dread overcame me and so I ran back
to make sure you were safe.’’
‘’Well I’m fine you don’t have to worry. Son you were
probably just daydreaming or even falling asleep, ‘’ She laughed, but you could
hear a hint of nervousness in her voice, ‘’Anyway I have lunch all prepared and
your bag packed,’’ She went into a little cupboard under the window and brought
out a plate of cheeses and hard bread, ‘’ after you finish up you’d best head,
you will want to get to the village before there’s no light, old Jaize has a
room booked for you.’’
‘’You cannot be serious, no way am I going after that, you
will need me here to defend you, ‘’ Eloi said
‘’Defend me from what? A bad dream,’’ His mum countered, ‘’anyway
it cost me a good amount of gold, you are going and that is final. Listen son I
will be fine, we have your traps laid around the place and I have a few things
placed too. You cannot cancel just because you felt weird, who knows perhaps
the rabbit we ate had eaten something bad.’’ She then preceded to hand him his
backpack as he put down his plate.
‘’Perhaps you are right I guess it was weird and I didn’t
see anything after all. Fine I’ll go but I’m going to ask Ezra to come back and
check up on you tomorrow, deal?’’
‘’Okay, deal! Now I’ll walk you further downstream to the
end of the forest line.’’ His mum said. Tidying up some bits and bobs and packing some more things into the backpack , it was another hour before they left.
Picking up a small curved knife, she lopped it into her belt
and they left, going the opposite direction Eloi had left earlier that day. The
remained quiet as they caught up to the stream, His mum deep in thought as she
walked, Eloi on the other hand had not seemed to notice, his body tense as he
kept watch for anything suspicious. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the birds
tweeted, some deer crossed their paths to drink at the river, he even seen a
bear in the distance but, felt nothing like he did that morning. Maybe it was
just his imagination, he thought. As they got closer and closer to the edge of
the forest, the trees started to get less and less until eventually they broke
onto the grassy plain.
Eloi embraced his mum, ‘’I won’t be away for long, I should
be back within the month. Please look after yourself.’’
Letting go off him, ‘’ I know you won’t son, now take care
of yourself, and remember I want some nice jewellery. Goodbye son, remember I will
always love you!’’
Eloi set off occasionally turning back to see his mum, still
waving at him until eventually she had faded from sight. Looking at the sky he
was sure he would get to Heldom village just after nightfall.
-
Walking back to through the forest, Eloi’s mum could sworn
she heard her name through the trees, carried on an ominous wind, ‘’Akila.’’
She picked up some speed, heading back home as soon as she possibly
could. She was glad she had got Eloi to leave, he at least would be safe. She
knew something was very wrong the way he had ran into the hut, it could only
mean one thing! He had found her at
last. Twenty years she had been hiding, raising her son and she had been found.
The barriers Boyce put up must still be in place or she would be dead by now,
but she was sure they would find their way in somehow, as long as she could get
home and her hands on that scroll she had found in Ludas room that night, Boyce
said it contained a powerful offensive spell good for one use. Hopefully it
would be enough! Reaching the clearing where the hut stood, she checked around
the place. Nothing was out of place; she removed a wooden plank situated under
the window. There in the hole was a long silver box; the box itself was quite
plain in design, just an inscription on the lid, her name. This was meant to be
a gift to her from Ludas and in the end she did get it and hopefully he would
once more save her life. Pulling back the catch she opened it, there in a soft
blanket of red velvet was a piece of yellowed paper all rolled up, unravelling
it she could see clearly the runes, inscribed upon it.
Ludas had taught her how to use such spells, all it took was
for the user to have their hand on the centre of it and state the key word
quite clearly, the key word for this particular spell was her name, as it was
the key word for the various scrolls he showed her. Unfortunately she had no
idea what the spell did; some of the ruins were older than what Boyce’s knowledge
covered. All he knew was that it was for attacking and it involved fire and
some sort of ring.
Locking the door she readied herself, preparing for what was
to come.
-
Eloi could not get that feeling out his head, it may have just
been a daydream or perhaps he really had started to drift off, he had been
going to bed later and getting up earlier. Looking around the plains did not really have much
scenery just grassy fields with an occasional tree. Looking to the sky he could
see the sun, clouds rolling on by bringing some occasional shade. Spying a
little outcrop of rocks, and boulders, he decided to take a break, he had been
walking for a few hours now and knowing his mum there would be some cheese and
bread in his pack. Sitting down he looked through his pack and found exactly
what he wanted, ripping of some cheese and bread he re-packed it and started to
eat. As he started chewing he quickly sprung forward, diving into a roll and
turning back around his axe in his hand. Where his head was moments before was
now the tip of a sword, only his keen hearing and fast reflexes had kept him
alive. There were three of them, all dressed in what could only be described as
rags, they wore patched trousers and tunics, some had holes and were stained
with food, some old others new.
One leaped at him with his rusty sword ripping through his
cloak as he swiftly dodged; using the back of his axe he smashed it into the
side of the man’s temple, taking him off his feet, leaving him unconscious, his breathing stopping. The
other two had separated, trying to catch him in the middle. Eloi knew that if
they managed to do this, fighting and survival would become much harder, even if
they were sloppy fighters. Picking up the unconscious man’s sword, he threw his axe at the bandit standing in front. As the man jumped out the way, Eloi was
there in a flash and thrust the sword through his stomach quickly
incapacitating him. Jumping forward and turning around he kept some distance
between him and his final opponent. The last enemy had sweat dripping down his
face, ‘’ you killed them, so I kill you and take all your stuff,’’ His voice
was gruff and his features betrayed the words he spoke. The man was obviously not expecting
such a trained opponent. The man ran forward screaming his lungs out sword
raised high. A very fatal mistake Eloi thought to himself, this left the bandit
wide open. Ducking down, he propelled himself forward cutting the man’s legs,
the bandit fell forward dropping his weapon, his velocity throwing it out of
his reach. Eloi walked towards him, kicked him over and held the rusty blade to
his throat.
‘’Give me one reason why I should spare you, why I should
forgive you for attacking me when I had no weapon in hand.’’ Eloi said anger in
his voice
The bandit started to cry and beg, ‘’please sir, I have a
family, I am not like those other two, they talked me into they said no one
would be hurt that we would knock you out and take what you had. Honest sir I only
want to feed my kids.’’
Eloi looked down on the man, ‘’I am keeping this sword, it
isn’t great but all I have is a small axe good for chopping saplings. I will
let you live, bury your friends and go find some honest work.’’ Eloi sheathed
the sword in his belt and turned to look for his axe, and backpack.
‘’You stupid idiot I have no kids, never turn your back to an
enemy,’’ He had stood up holding a rock, leaping forward he meant to bash Eloi
on the head, Eloi with his honed skills withdrew the sword, turned and slashed
off the man’s hand finishing by thrusting the blade through the bandits neck, A
sickly squelch and some gurgling replaced the man’s death scream. Pulling the
sword out he wiped it on the man’s tunic, replaced it by his side. He found his
axe and backpack and carried on up the path, not looking back for a second.
That had been the first people he had ever killed but he felt no regret, in a
world like this it was all about survival, they tried to kill him and they
failed. The sun had started to set as he carried on, eventually reaching his
destination. A wooden fence surrounded the village, arriving just after the
final rays of the sun, all he wanted was a bed to sleep in and Jaize’s inn had some
of the best.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Chapter1........soon :p
Well I hope the prologue gave you an appetite as I' m hoping to post Chapter One in the next few days. I welcome any and all comments but I do ask that if it is going to be negative please tell me why and any suggestions to improve.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Prologue
Prologue
The Land of Cietra was a land steeped in history, a land
rich in resources and a land of peace, yet it was not always this way. Years
ago there existed a powerful sorceress with power so unfathomable no one could
dare predict her demise. She held the land in an iron grip of fear; no one
truly had freedom except her and her sons, one as rotten as her, the other a
complete mystery, always in his room always delved in shadows, so it came as a
shock when he was the one to take her on, that day so long ago.
The sky was blackened no sun or moon ever shined through,
stars were something of myths, the land covered in shrubs as the ground would
not hold anything other than the most pathetic of weeds, some said the plants
were too scared to grow. Thunder boomed through the hills surrounding the
castle and lightning flashed. The night itself seemed to shake and tremble at
the battle that was happening on Sorceress Lianda’s tower.
The doors burst open splintering into a thousand flaming
bits, a body wrapped in black hurdled through the entrance landing on the cold
wet stone. The youth turned and faced the wretch that was his mother glide
through what was left of the smouldering door. She was not overly tall but her
presence seemed to give the impression that she was looming over him.
‘’You think you can take me on,’’ She screeched as she
raised her hands, her fingers sparking with electricity, ‘’I created you, I
rule this land. I am more powerful than you could ever imagine.’’
Power then leaped from her hands and struck the boy sending
him into spasms as shrieks of pain burst from his lips. Regaining some form of
composure the boy struggled to stand up but it is not a look of terror or
horror on his face. On the contrary his face showed what his body struggled to
do, confidence. Gathering his hands together he started concentrating as a ball
started to glow. Standing straight, the lightning flashed his shadow towering
over his mother. He fired the ball of flames, and as it leaped from his hands
shadows were fired in every direction, dancing on the walls and floor of the
towers battlement. Lianda raised her hand and a blue barrier appeared absorbing
the impact of her son’s magic. The young lad fired more and more but all met
the same fate, simply hitting that shield and dissolving.
Lianda laughed, ‘’what do you hope to gain from this feeble
attempt hmm? You my son are weak, you are pathetic you spent all of your time
reading useless tomes hidden away in your room. Now your brother he, is a
wizard, he is the one who shall rule after me.’’ She stops to smooth down her
clothes her voice becoming much calmer, ‘’if you stop now, admit you were wrong
to try and turn against me, your punishment shall be small, take up your
responsibility hunt the rebels who still now defy me, come now Ludas. ’’
Lowering her shield she extended her hand waiting for her son to take it.
Ludas walked slowly towards her and took her hand, this
caused a smile to spread across Lianda’s face, ‘’was that so ha…’’ She never
managed to finish as she screamed, her smile twisted into a grimace of pain.
Letting go, her hand was blackened; a sick odour of burned flesh hit the air.
She walked back anger written in her expression. She looked at her hand for a
few more seconds as the blackened flesh started to peel off. New muscle and
flesh started to knit together all over her hands until her pale flesh looked as
good as new.
Ludas quickly jumped back nearing the edge of the tower
preparing another strike, gathering the energy in his hands, when a high
pitched scream cut through the air. Looking to the opening in the tower his
older brother Leod stood holding a figure in his arms. On closer inspection he
could make out the silhouette as a female. His brother was an ugly brute of a
man, standing at seven foot his bulk and mass made him look like a small
mountain. He wore armour made of the finest crafted steel. He held the women by
her hair as she screamed and screamed.
‘’What’s wrong brother don’t you recognise her’’ he sneered,
‘’Here let me help you.’’ He dropped the girl on the floor and grabbed her
chin. Creating a flame he illuminated her face and the gasp he let out was one
of genuine shock. Ludas ran towards her before he was hit by a wall of air that
took the air from his lungs. Crouching in pain he watched as his mother walked
towards the girl.
‘’Hmm, do I smell something’’ she sniffed, ‘’I smell new
life. Oh Ludas you didn't? A servant girl? How shameful.’’ Lianda kneeled next
to the girl, placing her hand on her stomach, gasping a little she stood
straight back up. She reached into her robe and pulled something out, a
reflection from the overhead lightning showed it to be a small knife or dagger.
Lianda turned to Ludas, ‘’so this is why you turned on me? For this wench of a
girl and her child, ‘’she sneered ‘’ Well I know one thing she will be useful
for, her blood will make an excellent ingredient for my spells. At this Leod
Laughed, a deep bellowing laugh like something a bear might sound like.
‘’Oh brother how you have fallen, though I must say it was
never much of a height to begin with.’’ He said as he took his axe attached to
his back. Raising it high, the clouds above seemed to rotate above him. The
boom of the thunder got closer. The forks of lightning came faster and faster
until a blinding flash, as it struck his axe. He had used his power to pull the
lightning from the sky transferring its energy to his axe. Leod walked towards
Ludas, as he got closer his body was shaking, shaking with excitement, ‘’ I
have waited so long to kill you dear brother so long. I am actually trembling
with excitement, but first I think I will let you live long enough just to see
your little lady over there die,’’ again laughter burst from his mouth.
His mother at this point was dragging the girl over so that
Ludas could see the tears in her eyes, pain clearly etched on her face.
‘’Any last words for her my dear boy?’’ His mother
questioned
Ludas looked into the eyes of his mother and brother, and
then there in the eyes of the girl lay before him. ‘’Just three, I am sorry!’’
He said as he jumped up and grabbed his own blade, he stabbed himself through
the stomach whilst chanting. Ludas grabbed both of his family members and with
the last of his strength pulled them off the edge of the tower, his life
powering the curse he was placing on himself, a curse designed to seal the
magic in his family’s blood. His mother screamed as she fell knowing this was
powerful magic, and that it was her own power that gave her immortality, she
screamed as she felt her power draining watching the ground below her traveling
fast to reach them. Leod, using the last of his quickly draining power, ripped
his spirit from his body and howled as he watched all three bodies fall,
breaking on the cold stone ground. His spiritual form was blown away having no
body to return too.
A lone figure looked over the edge where they had all
fallen, one person to see everything that happened that night. She left the
castle and over the next few weeks found a few rebels who relayed her
information on. Over the next couple of years the rebels had managed to achieve
victory over Lianda’s forces, having no immortal sorceress had ebbed away at
their confidence. Years passed and peace came to the land. The leader of the
rebels had appointed himself king, no one arguing with a man who had led them
to victory. The women who escaped the tower that night had disappeared without
a trace, no one knowing what became of her and her child.
The beginning
I've always loved fantasy growing up, why? because these books usually contain a bit of every other genre and they can be very enthralling. As a hobby I like to writ ( im not that good) and thought I'd just blog it.
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