Prologue
A great Darkness had descended upon the valley city, Hethwenthor. Of this time, we know but the scattered and incomplete accounts which were left by the people who wrote them.
Chapter One
**Yep, it happened. I finally was able to find a better name for this book. Triumvir. (Pronounced try-UM-vur, almost like triumphant, only with a vir instead of a phant.) Triumvir means "a ruling body of three". At this point, I think my chapters are going to start getting a little confusing, as I'm not too sure where I'm going right now, plot-wise...so any "constructive criticism" comments would be most welcome. :)**
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Jokk tapped on the door of the good-sized house. Varian glanced up and down the dark, empty street. He brushed the front of his tunic, then looked over the front of the house.
Notebook flipped open to an empty page
Pencil in hand, eraser in range
A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written
But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"
Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel
If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift
Why am I not pouring it out to the world?
Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!
The gift to design a world of my own
The gift to sing without a voice
The gift to fly on the wings of the wind
A figure stood alone on the top of the dwarves' mountain-fortress. He was watching the sun sink into the west, a globe of fire among cushions of purple. Around him -- north, south, east -- all was dark. A crescent moon rose in the dusk of the east, the same sliver that had shone down upon a far away fairy wood -- almost 14 years ago now. The same boy looked up at it, marveling at its mystery. He heard the trees rustling in a cold wind far below, whispering secrets to each other. This was Eltar's favorite place to be, and he often came up on an evening, to rest and think. Tonight he w
Their boat swiftly drifted toward an island that Napa called Metru Nui. Kryztan's new mask felt smooth as he ran his fingers down it. Laker had made it before Napa found him and dragged him off like he did to the others. In fact Tellix was the only one who never resisted when Napa came to "recruit" them. She was eager to explore and desperately needed friends. "It’s a good thing you brought that mask with you, Laker." Ponick commented. Kryztan silently agreed and nodded his thanks.
REDSHAFT
CHAPTER I
I wasn't sure how long I was in the prison cell, but one thing was certain:
I was going to free myself this time.
Standing up, I walked in circles in the cell, the smell of dungeon weed growing on the castle stones around me clogging my thoughts.
Perhaps that's why they let this weed grow; to stop one from thinking straight.
The circles in which I walked to free up my mind weren't too large, for my leg was chained to a large three hundred pound ball of iron.
Tortei walked quietly up to Elinor and touched her arm.
“Elinor?” he said gruffly. Elinor said nothing, only stared with glassy eyes. Her breathing was heavy and her face pale. Tortei watched her for a moment and tried to talk to her; but she showed no sign of recognition. At last Tortei signaled his companions to come closer.
Hey, I won't be posting all of this. I'm entering a novel writing competition (check out www.bookartsbash.com!! ) and this is an excerpt from a novel I'm considering. PLEASE, I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT.!! Thanks!