There was now a coming and going of many villagers. I heard them pattering and being as silent as they may. I whispered Blater and Bliter to my side. I crept out, watching the great Clock with an intense gaze. The dogs went before me, walking with their heads low. I then stopped and knelt. Blater and Bliter then turned towards me. I spoke to them:
Chapter I
Welcome to Deplorable Cultus Anonymous, an organization devoted to helping individuals break free from slavish addiction to fanatical obsessions that devour an individual’s ability to judge the value of literature. THE TWELVE STEPS OF DEPLORABLE CULTUS ANONYMOUS
To war! To war!
With brandished sword
And pointed spear
And arrows bent
And banners raised
We lift our voices high!
For life and land
Queen and kin
We shout out to the sky!
To war! To war!
We might not return
But fear do we spurn
We voice our battle cry!
To war!
So the Fairy Folk sang as they marched to battle.
Note: This isn't usually the type of thing I write, but here it is anyway. I entered this in a contest...still haven't heard anything though. Every time I read it over I change it a little bit but i'm still not happy with it so suggestions are WELCOME! Anyway - enjoy :D
Listen to my story. I have traveled the world; seen wonders; witnessed kings ascend and fall; tasted oceans and scaled the highest mountains, yet this is the tale I tell. The story is simple, but the thing we can learn: priceless.
*Note: You may want to read -A Peek Into the Land of Second Draft-Iraella and Baeddan Prologue first to understand this :-) I hope everybody enjoys. Sorry for the double post BTW!!
Since I did reach the NaNo summit today, I suppose I should chat with Abigail. A disguise would be best, considering everything… Chris, wanna come? I’m suspending your ban of the Masada for NaNoWriMo. You’re too helpful of a muse to ban.
I thought muses were female.
Can you honestly see me doing this with Loren?
No.
Ready?
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Chapter Two
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CHAPTER TWO
"Be wary of the walltop guards," I whispered as we jogged across the grass. "Let's not head to the forest, though."
He turned to me, slowing his pace, "Why not?"
"The stretch of ground is too vast, we risk being seen and shot. Let us head to the marshes," I motioned to the yellowing ground that stretched away to the left of the woods, cloaked in blue mists. "We will reach it in under three minutes instead of the ten or so to the treeline, and our position will be veiling by the fog."