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chunk of prologue (must read)
Here is a small chunk of my NEW book so far. I will continue posting it here, so ya...Please respond...
Prologue
Rhiwyn just barely pulled his head up from the soft feather pillow, met by an orange and red sunrise just peeping up from its hiding place. As if a sunrise could really had fixed what had happened. A long night it has been, he thought as he let his head fall back. A very long night, in fact; the enemy had not let up. But they had fought. Oh, yes, they had fought.
The problem was not that Monnyn was defenseless, but that the enemy had come at an unexpected time. A riot had emerged from the northern part of the city, near the palace; as far as Rhiwyn knew, they still had not sought out what had caused it. Queen Maena had sent nearly a fourth of her guards to quell it. It was then that the beasts came, and they weren’t Dragonolls, as was expected; they were unknown, and where they had come from was still an uncertain matter.
He had never seen the Queen so tense. Not that he had seen her very much, anyway; usually he simply caught a glance of her when he was near the palace for any reason. But her face was worried, last time he saw her. It was as if she had expected the attacks. That could not be so.
He forced himself out of bed, despite the tugging of tiredness. Slipping into his dirty breeches from yesterday, he threw his once-white shirt—now stained with dirt from helping in any way he could from the attacks—over his shoulder and opened his door, being met by the smells of breakfast in his family’s inn. The Silver Cup was a small inn, with only a handful of rooms, yet they were all kept clean, and the service was often reported as great. The food was decent, but only because the old cook had died of old age and now Rhiwyn’s mother had to tackle that job and the laundry and keeping track of the finances. It would have been easier for Rhiwyn’s father, but money had pressed them tight into a corner.
He descended the creaking stairs, using the dusty rail as a guide so that he did not stumble down the stairs in his sleepiness. His eyes turned the corner went to the empty fireplace, causing him to sigh; he hated going out in the cold to get wood. Usually his father or mother or occasionally his sister would have done it already for him, but when they didn’t, he knew not to complain.
Rhiwyn exited the small common room and went out the back door, pulling his shirt over him in the process. Being met by the thick, gray fog and the blast of autumn air made him wish he had his coat. Hurrying along the stony path that led to the wood shed, he nearly ran into his sister, causing her to drop the firewood he had intended to get.
“Sorry,” he muttered to Ceni, his sister, younger by three years.
She sighed. “It’s all right.”
Inside, Rhiwyn smiled, despite being so tired. His sister was like that; so understanding, and so positive, too. He wished he could be that, a lot of times; he was quite the opposite, a fierce arguer and almost never one to say sorry, unless the other said it first.
“Is there any news?” Rhiwyn asked. “Have they figure out what caused the attack?”
“No,” replied Ceni. “None except they have wiped out all of the enemy, or so they think.”
Rhiwyn helped his sister pile up the rest of the wood, then continued to retrieve more, unaware that he was being watched…
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The lions sing and the hills take flight.
The moon by day, and the sun by night.
Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool.
Let the Lord of Chaos rule.
There IS somone watching out for us...
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