Dawn of the light
Hmm, third time is the charm (let's hope so). After two horrible failures, this is the third time I'm going to try and write a thrilling fantasy novel. The concept is a bit derivative, but I think it has the potential to be something interesting.
The title is supposedly going to be the first issue. As for the story, here goes ...
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"She was pacing along the harsh wet sand, following the eerie sound from her dream. The voice that had kept her awake for as long as she could remember. Passing through a narrow passage of dry land, she stopped in front of a giant red oak tree in search of that strange voice in her head.
The last day she remembered of peace was when she was working on her garden, ploughing up the black volcanic soil. When suddenly, her shovel hit something, making a loud thump. The contact triggered an explosion, and left her ears ringing and her vision dizzy. The impact of the explosion was too much for her fragile posture, and she fainted on the spot. Waking up with sort of a headache, and blood oozing out of her ears, she felt as if something had gone terribly wrong. Ever since that day, every time she tries to sleep she can hear a voice calling after her to follow.
Now, countless days have passed since that incident. She has since ignored the voice, considering it nothing but part of her imagination. But now filled with insomnia, and exhaustion, she finally lets the voice command her to the destined destination.
She had almost traveled six miles further from home, and the slow response of the voice was making her impatient. So, sitting by the roots of the big tree, she decides to have a bit of a snack that she packed for her journey. Ever since that night she had a feeling as if she was cursed, unable to put her mind to rest.
The voice in her head felt fearful at first, but now having spent eternity alone, never seeing a soul in all her life, her curiosity got the better of her. Surviving in this harsh environment was no easy job. Through a few tricks that she discovered while roaming in the sands, kept her alive. Now, she wanted more guidance or perhaps a way out.
She knew that the ancient words had power, not remembering how she knew that or most of the essential details in her head that kept her alive. Also, her name, something she had fashioned herself was coincidentally magical, Ithwe Glith. Each moment she spoke her name, a chill went down her spine and sent flashes of scintillating white thunder-less lightning all over the dark clouded sky.
The girl unknowingly, was full of unimaginable power. Even her small flowery garden that she loved so much, she had fashioned herself while singing to the ruthless unyielding ground. But, even with all that power and knowledge, she was as helpless now, as the day of the explosion. Not knowing what the future had in store for her."
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Yeah, sounds stupid, I know. Well, it's just the first draft, hopefully it'll turn out better with time.
Peace out \./
The title is supposedly going to be the first issue. As for the story, here goes ...
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"She was pacing along the harsh wet sand, following the eerie sound from her dream. The voice that had kept her awake for as long as she could remember. Passing through a narrow passage of dry land, she stopped in front of a giant red oak tree in search of that strange voice in her head.
The last day she remembered of peace was when she was working on her garden, ploughing up the black volcanic soil. When suddenly, her shovel hit something, making a loud thump. The contact triggered an explosion, and left her ears ringing and her vision dizzy. The impact of the explosion was too much for her fragile posture, and she fainted on the spot. Waking up with sort of a headache, and blood oozing out of her ears, she felt as if something had gone terribly wrong. Ever since that day, every time she tries to sleep she can hear a voice calling after her to follow.
Now, countless days have passed since that incident. She has since ignored the voice, considering it nothing but part of her imagination. But now filled with insomnia, and exhaustion, she finally lets the voice command her to the destined destination.
She had almost traveled six miles further from home, and the slow response of the voice was making her impatient. So, sitting by the roots of the big tree, she decides to have a bit of a snack that she packed for her journey. Ever since that night she had a feeling as if she was cursed, unable to put her mind to rest.
The voice in her head felt fearful at first, but now having spent eternity alone, never seeing a soul in all her life, her curiosity got the better of her. Surviving in this harsh environment was no easy job. Through a few tricks that she discovered while roaming in the sands, kept her alive. Now, she wanted more guidance or perhaps a way out.
She knew that the ancient words had power, not remembering how she knew that or most of the essential details in her head that kept her alive. Also, her name, something she had fashioned herself was coincidentally magical, Ithwe Glith. Each moment she spoke her name, a chill went down her spine and sent flashes of scintillating white thunder-less lightning all over the dark clouded sky.
The girl unknowingly, was full of unimaginable power. Even her small flowery garden that she loved so much, she had fashioned herself while singing to the ruthless unyielding ground. But, even with all that power and knowledge, she was as helpless now, as the day of the explosion. Not knowing what the future had in store for her."
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Yeah, sounds stupid, I know. Well, it's just the first draft, hopefully it'll turn out better with time.
Peace out \./
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