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Here is the first chapter for my first book. If someoen wants more pm me:




Chapter 1
Dragons

“Come back! Come back and fight!” called thy Knight. Thus Knight has been sent to slay a dragon. But we will get that later. Now, I will take ye back in time before all of thus horrible stuff ever happen. Now, we are in thy time when dragons and Knights were roaming thy earth. There was only one evil dragon. He goes by thy name of-well, he has a lot of names people are usually afraid to say it incase he comes and well ye get thy picture. His name he picked for himself is Sean. Other People call him: Thy Evil One, Evil Dragon, or Evil Dragon of thy World. Thy other dragons tried to stop him, but all of them failed. Half died in order to stop him. Thy other half joined him because they had nowhere else to turn to. Right now our brave Knight is still too young to know what evil is in thus world. I will leave now, but before I do we need to go up seven years until he is eleven years old. Everything bad starts on thus day-our brave Knight eleventh birthday. When a boy turns eleven he must go into training. Thy training is to learn how to slay a dragon. It takes nine years to complete it so on their twentieth birthday they will begin their five year quest to slay a dragon if somehow, someway they live through it all! Though not many people made it through training. If ye fail two courses ye fail thy whole entire training. When ye start training ye get your name-your Knight name. But back to our brave Knight, our brave Knight lives in a village. Thy village is called Knightsville. His father protects it. So if his father dies he has to protect it. “Son your training starts today. I did not pass it, but ye can,” said thy Knight’s father. Thy Knight’s father was a brave man. His father wears a large tunic and he works in a farm that does not do so well, but they earn enough money to get by. His wife died long ago: She died by falling off a mountain and crashing into some sharp rocks. Her name was Elizabeth. People always said she was beautiful and smart. “Dad ye never told me why. Well, since today is my training day could ye tell me?” said thy Knight. “Yes son I will. Well, ye see back then ye start training at age fifteen. Ye still had to finish school and training at thy same time. Ye were working day and night. Never a rest! Ye only got one hour of sleep.” Thy young Knight looked up at his brave father. “But dad ye never told me how ye got that scar,” said thy young Knight pointing to his dad’s face that bore a scar that started at thy top right side of his face and going down his chin. “That I got it facing a dragon in training. Thy dragon blew fire and I could not block it so it caught my face along with his claws.” Suddenly a tall dark shadow moved over them. “Come, Son it’s time for your training to begin,” said a deep dark voice. Thy Knight and thy father looked behind them. Thus man was tall, skinny, and had kind of muscular arms, but his legs skinny and a little muscular, his face was oval shape, his eyes were brilliant green and he had an uneven beard, his beard was brown and so was his hair, his hair was brown and short. His tunic was short and dirty, his leather pants were torn. He also had a leather sword-belt that carried a green scabbard. “I am coming, sir,” said thy Knight getting up and going to thy man. Thy Knight ran with thy guy without looking at his dad or speaking a single word to his dad.

I have finished a book... but it was my first one, and only for my pleasure and fun. I look back on it now and realize it was very much my trial and error book, where i learnt to let my imagination go, yet keep control of the story and eventually refine ideas.

That first book taught me to know when i was spiralling downwards, when i was writing good stuff, and what writers block could truly be like. I have never, not once since i started writing, written a short story. It just doesn't happen for me.

Actually, it was Sayly, my younger sister, who caused me to start writing. She wrote something, although i don't remember what. It inspired me though. I figured if she could do it, so could i. I don't remember exactly what i wrote then, but it was bad.

Then after a while i found myself on the last day of school, being told to take notes on a video we were never even going to use or refer to, and i started my first book.

I can define characters perfectly. I can involve a story line. My problem is, and this seems to be the worst, that i always miss the small details, like the weather, the scenery.

And then there is another problem. I get to the most dramatic part of the book, right towards the end... and then just... stop. It's weird. The endings are boring for me, there's something that's stoping me there.

I'm up to chapter three of my current book. It's taken me a while to get there and be happy with what i've written. Whilst my other book was just for fun, this is serious. It seems like a bad word. Serious. It's been used so much here.

When i say serious, i mean i'm practically obsessed. I can't leave my book alone for more than a day, or i start to go tropo.

If anyone wants to know anything, pm me. Otherwise, farewell for now,

Inersha Blue

Yeah your first book was bad... blaugh funny though. She gave up about half way through then went on to write a pretty good one.

Then she finished the first book and went to read through it and correct things. She ended up giving that up too.

But then she actually wrote a good one. she keeps on rewriting it though.

I've been working on a book now for oh...three years. Wow, has it really been that long?

It's called The MainFrame of Zen, I just finished the outline for the entire book and completed a rough draft of the first half of it. *sighs* Its been a very long process but really fun to do.

My problem is that I'm currently working on three stories right now, and so dividing my attention between them is strange. I might post it up here eventually but I really want it to be perfect!!>< Ahhhh! *dies*

I haven't written any novels, but I'm a published roleplaying game designer best known for my work in SHADIS Magazine and with Chaosium Publications for Call of Cthulhu. I have also written two screenplays, but the production company went out of business before the scripts could be sold and kept the rights to them, preventing me from selling either of the two screenplays.
My most recent screenplay was a horror film entitled Curse of the Wendigo, and I'm currently searching for an agent to represent me in Hollywood.

My current writing project is a comic book entitled The Wasteland, which will be published by Frank Beddore, author of The Looking Glass Wars.
Further information on the project, which is best described as a dark fantasy western taking place in the Realm of Faerie can be found on my thread in this section, which will be an online chronicle of the work-in-progress.
Right now we are just discussing work on the project, so I don't know when the comic will be published or who the artist will be.
Here's a quote from the main character:

My name is Sam Smith. I've been many things in my life: a gambler, a gunslinger, a cowboy, even a federal marshal. But the one thing I've never been is a hero... and if I'm to escape from Faerie and find the road back to Earth, that is the one thing I must become.
Welcome to the Wasteland.
--Sam Smith, The Wasteland.

lol That's like me! When I finally finished typing up my first book, I began rewriting the entire thing.....and I'm still doing it! It drives my friends crazy everytime I rewrite it for the billionth time....

Ok...here's the second part of the first chapter....

A while later, they walked into the Main Room at the Club, which had a screen and control panel, that was in communication with the Race’s computer System. Bree, the Club’s Commander, was already in the room. She was a dark skinned girl with dark brown hair and was wearing a vest like shirt, short skirt, tights, and short boots. Strapped around her waste was a black belt that had the Race’s emblem snapped in the middle as a buckle, two pockets in the back for holding hand weapons and a few other items, and a holster that had a simple high-tech beam gun. She had a rather large gun strapped across her back since she was supposed to be the Club’s fire arm expert.
“Anything?” Amy asked as she and Kelly walked into the room.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Bree answered as Amy quickly sat down in the chair in front of the panel. Amy, on the other hand, was wearing a bright red shirt and a plaid red and black skirt with slits in the side. She was also wearing a black belt with the same items on it. Kelly was also dressed in a sort of pinkish outfit with the belt. “Our scale picked up a few tremors in the ground here and there, but they were small enough that we wouldn’t be able to feel them.”
That was one advantage for living in San Diego, California. Even though the state was on a fault line, they got earthquakes, but most of the time you didn’t feel them because they were so small. That’s why Amy was glad that she grew up here; she would rather take an earthquake any day then a hurricane or a tornado.
Bree could see that she was still pissed off about something, though.
“What’s with you?” she asked, sitting against the panel.
“Stupid….frickin’……Kate!” Amy seethed without looking at her.
“What? Kate picked an argument with you again?”
“She started it, the spoiled brat, about how I’m never showing up at school because I’m too busy saving the world! She has absolutely no clue that half the time I’m always up to my neck in disasters, trying to save her spoiled, bratty, butt!”
“I hope you didn’t fire at her. That would’ve gotten you into trouble.”
“No,” Kelly answered, “Luckily, I was with her at that time, but she was about too.”
“No way,” Amy suddenly breathed. She was staring at the screen with wide eyes.
“What?” Kelly replied, but Amy didn’t answer.
They both looked at the screen. There was a typed message that had appeared a while ago:

San Diego Leader Amy is the first in the Race and is the only one with the magical abilities; therefore, she has been chosen to be the first Supreme Leader, who will be able to command the Race at any time. However, she must reach the final Stage of training before having the position.

They looked directly at Amy, who was still dumbstruck.
“You are the only one in the Race with the magical abilities,” Bree said.
“And you were the first member in the Race,” Kelly added on, “So that’s why you’re destined to be the Supreme Leader!”
“But I can’t be.I’m only a Novice still!”
“It was supposed to be you, Amy, because you’re the one who started the Race! If you become the first Supreme Leader, then you get to be in charge of the whole Race!”
“First Supreme Leader?” Bree repeated, “I thought there was already one.”
“No there isn’t,” Kelly responded.
“Why not?”
“No one’s in charge of the entire Race because there’s no one strong enough to be in charge. The Race has only been around for a year now and all the Clubs around the world are under the command of their own individual Leader, like this one. A while ago, all the Leaders in the Race decided on that idea for now until a Supreme Leader has been chosen. But now, it looks like everyone has decided who will be destined to be the first Supreme Leader.”
“But how am I going to be able to reach the final Stage?” Amy asked, “It takes almost two years of training to go on to every Stage.”
“Are you kidding? With your kind of abilities, Amy, you’ll get to that Stage pretty quickly,” Bree responded.


Back at her house that night, Amy was sitting in the living room and reading one of her favorite books to take her mind off of the destiny. Her Pokemon (who were also allies to the Race), Pikachu, was sitting on the floor in front of her, listening to the news. He was a small yellow creature with pointed, black-tipped ears. He had a lightening bolt shaped tail and two brown stripes on his back. There were two big round red spots on his cheeks, one on each side. Sitting beside him was Togie, another Pokemon that was still only a baby that was wearing half its shell, with a pointy, peachy-colored, head.
Amy was barely listening to the news or reading the book. The day’s event was still playing in her head.
How could I be destined for the position of Supreme Leader? No one told me I was chosen. I’m not even that strong yet, even with my powers. Was it the Stone that chose me for the position?
As if it had read her mind, the purple Wishing Stone on the table next to her suddenly flashed brightly. Startled, Amy jumped, not expecting it to go off. Even Pikachu and Togie looked around at the bright light. A small note had appeared on the Stone’s surface.
“Pika?” Pikachu asked her.
Amy shrugged at his question; she was able to understand the Pokemon speech, although she couldn’t speak it herself. The message was short:

Actually, Amy, I didn’t make the decision of choosing you to be destined for the position. Your Race decided that.

Amy frowned at the message. If the Stone didn’t decide, then why did the rest of the Race decide?
She was used to the behavior of the Stone. It literally acted like it had a mind of its own. She still didn’t quite understand the power of it, since it answered any question she shot at it, even if the question was in her head. At times it would scare her, especially every time it read the question from within her head.
She first found it when she was in fifth grade. She had spotted an odd glow in a bush at school. When she took it home, it suddenly explained itself to her with slips of paper appearing from thin air. The only thing it didn’t explain was where it came from. When she wished for her dream about being a World Hero to come true, the Stone had granted it in the middle of the night because her dream was very detailed.
Her head began to ache because she was still curious about her destiny, so she retreated to her bedroom for the rest of the night.

sweatdrop oh....oops....sorry sweatdrop I'm new to Gaia, so I'm still trying to figure out how everything works on here.....I though it was allowed that we could post our stories on this topic, since somebody else did.....

About posting a new thread, do you mean a new topic? I'm not sure what a thread is.... sweatdrop