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Alrighty, I might just regret this later when I'm thinking clear. But, sadly, though I love this story immensely, and finished it's first form, I decided to focus down another story I have my full heart in. So, here's the fully edited chapter! It used to be just 5 pages, but after finishing the whole thing I went deeper. But, that was months ago, maybe a year ago now. It's really old, perhaps not as good as my current writing, but my point for posting it is that it doesn't... Well... Die.
Now, I warn you there're some weird things, violent things, it's strange as heck and there's some elements I would most definitely tone down later in the editing process, but frick it! Here's Chapter 1 of Saya! And don't worry, if I never return to this story, Saya herself lives on in the primary story I'm working on. I'll post it's first chapter here on this forum someday, when it's all finished.
Here we go! Better do this before I get cold feet! [Looks like the forum freaks out at this many words, let's do it in chunks:
Adast, one of the brightest realms, laying at the heart of Aragohn. An Ancient World, A Strong world which had endured God-Wars, and Generational Winters. Kingdoms have risen, and burn, civilities have evolved. Adast was no different. It was the Pinnacle of that Era, the great example of Mannish Power. Governed by Noble Houses, Lorded by House Ondo, it had braved much peril, invaders, secessions, coups. And had began and ended several of it’s own invasions as well.
But, in those days, it saw peace. A Shining peace which livened the wild forests and brightened the White Domed Towers of it’s civility, which peaked through the canopies. It’s provinces glinted and flourished under the light of prosperity. It’s allies in the Atonon, and in the Dwarves who inhabited the Mountain Ranges in the Northern Provinces further saw to their opulence. And farther abound, Lord Raju’s Name was known and esteemed with honor oft held unto the Gods.
That is what brought Tyardash, and in his defeat, what brought about the grandest calamity the Kingdom had ever seen. Adast, Atonon, and all their neighbors would suffer from what descended from that accursed mount. The Drake-Sons of Tyardash, the Legions of the Iron-Prince, who swept through realm after realm for vengeance’s sake.
Adast was besieged in the North, a move thought impossible, in fact incomprehensible. For Only days ago was Atono sieged. Suspected Invasion from the Southwest, Lord Raju commanded his force to prepare upon the border. But it was a ruse, and now, the very capital the Province of House Ondo was under siege. Citizens were not even given time to flee, farms, villages razed. Many fled for the Southwest, where armies hopefully lied. But, the Invasives had split their armies in two. And none escaped the land, nor entered without their say.
To Crush the Jewel of Mannish Prosperity, the Apex of Humanity’s Possible Growth. All for the sake of the Dragon-Father they had lost.
Which was why amidst the Sandstorms summoned by the Drakes, battered the Border Province. The Arrivals who came on that day were most surprising. Villages and Towns, and Inns and Taverns were packed with Refugees and Fearful Peasants from Provinces which had not even come to harm. So the sight of outsiders, was most frightening. Luckily, no sordid will was held by them.
Some were from lands razed by the Drakes, seeking shelter and content with sleeping in barns or in alleys. Others were adventurers or soldiers who had been pushed into the land. With already a great force of Adastian Knights there, it was a boon. But, already were some knights marching north, back to Castle Ondo to aid their lord. Furtherly, what scouts had gleaned of beyond the border, was legions of Drake-Sons awaiting them. And the more weathered in warfare believed it was only a matter of time afore they fell upon the Border-Province.
Amidst the hordes of new refugees and whatnot, came a most mysterious person indeed. Upon a Horse, Thin and tired, road a being wrapped in cloth cloaks, front and back, which two veiled her nose and mouth. Though to assume she was a woman would be daring to be wrong. Long Black Hair which’s locks were braided, Tanned Skin, and Keen Eyes, she could’ve been a man for all they knew. Her horse hobbled along, tripping with each step, without a saddle it was, yet it continued on with aim for the nearest town. The Woman upon it’s back, clinging gently to it’s neck, spent.
‘She must have passed through Lados, the Desert-Land… But, I hear it was the first to fall by the Drakes…’ Refugees passing her would surmise. And they were not entirely wrong, she had journeyed from thence.
Though she had come and gone through their twice now, on a journey far longer than many would suspect. The Last into the Town of Golinold, which’s streets were already packed with refugees. Her Horse Collapsed afore the central avenue. Garnering much warried glares, though none moved fast, for their journeys had been arduous as well. Though some curious sorts eventually ventured a closer look, mostly pickpockets, though they leapt aback and fled when they discovered, that though the horse had perished, the rider had not.
Now leave your thoughts or whatnot, do as you wish. I agree beforehand (nonsensical, I know) there's a great many flaws, definitely needs a second pass. But there's the biggest chunk of writing you'll get from me for a long time.
Now, I warn you there're some weird things, violent things, it's strange as heck and there's some elements I would most definitely tone down later in the editing process, but frick it! Here's Chapter 1 of Saya! And don't worry, if I never return to this story, Saya herself lives on in the primary story I'm working on. I'll post it's first chapter here on this forum someday, when it's all finished.
Here we go! Better do this before I get cold feet! [Looks like the forum freaks out at this many words, let's do it in chunks:
Adast, one of the brightest realms, laying at the heart of Aragohn. An Ancient World, A Strong world which had endured God-Wars, and Generational Winters. Kingdoms have risen, and burn, civilities have evolved. Adast was no different. It was the Pinnacle of that Era, the great example of Mannish Power. Governed by Noble Houses, Lorded by House Ondo, it had braved much peril, invaders, secessions, coups. And had began and ended several of it’s own invasions as well.
But, in those days, it saw peace. A Shining peace which livened the wild forests and brightened the White Domed Towers of it’s civility, which peaked through the canopies. It’s provinces glinted and flourished under the light of prosperity. It’s allies in the Atonon, and in the Dwarves who inhabited the Mountain Ranges in the Northern Provinces further saw to their opulence. And farther abound, Lord Raju’s Name was known and esteemed with honor oft held unto the Gods.
That is what brought Tyardash, and in his defeat, what brought about the grandest calamity the Kingdom had ever seen. Adast, Atonon, and all their neighbors would suffer from what descended from that accursed mount. The Drake-Sons of Tyardash, the Legions of the Iron-Prince, who swept through realm after realm for vengeance’s sake.
Adast was besieged in the North, a move thought impossible, in fact incomprehensible. For Only days ago was Atono sieged. Suspected Invasion from the Southwest, Lord Raju commanded his force to prepare upon the border. But it was a ruse, and now, the very capital the Province of House Ondo was under siege. Citizens were not even given time to flee, farms, villages razed. Many fled for the Southwest, where armies hopefully lied. But, the Invasives had split their armies in two. And none escaped the land, nor entered without their say.
To Crush the Jewel of Mannish Prosperity, the Apex of Humanity’s Possible Growth. All for the sake of the Dragon-Father they had lost.
Which was why amidst the Sandstorms summoned by the Drakes, battered the Border Province. The Arrivals who came on that day were most surprising. Villages and Towns, and Inns and Taverns were packed with Refugees and Fearful Peasants from Provinces which had not even come to harm. So the sight of outsiders, was most frightening. Luckily, no sordid will was held by them.
Some were from lands razed by the Drakes, seeking shelter and content with sleeping in barns or in alleys. Others were adventurers or soldiers who had been pushed into the land. With already a great force of Adastian Knights there, it was a boon. But, already were some knights marching north, back to Castle Ondo to aid their lord. Furtherly, what scouts had gleaned of beyond the border, was legions of Drake-Sons awaiting them. And the more weathered in warfare believed it was only a matter of time afore they fell upon the Border-Province.
Amidst the hordes of new refugees and whatnot, came a most mysterious person indeed. Upon a Horse, Thin and tired, road a being wrapped in cloth cloaks, front and back, which two veiled her nose and mouth. Though to assume she was a woman would be daring to be wrong. Long Black Hair which’s locks were braided, Tanned Skin, and Keen Eyes, she could’ve been a man for all they knew. Her horse hobbled along, tripping with each step, without a saddle it was, yet it continued on with aim for the nearest town. The Woman upon it’s back, clinging gently to it’s neck, spent.
‘She must have passed through Lados, the Desert-Land… But, I hear it was the first to fall by the Drakes…’ Refugees passing her would surmise. And they were not entirely wrong, she had journeyed from thence.
Though she had come and gone through their twice now, on a journey far longer than many would suspect. The Last into the Town of Golinold, which’s streets were already packed with refugees. Her Horse Collapsed afore the central avenue. Garnering much warried glares, though none moved fast, for their journeys had been arduous as well. Though some curious sorts eventually ventured a closer look, mostly pickpockets, though they leapt aback and fled when they discovered, that though the horse had perished, the rider had not.
Now leave your thoughts or whatnot, do as you wish. I agree beforehand (nonsensical, I know) there's a great many flaws, definitely needs a second pass. But there's the biggest chunk of writing you'll get from me for a long time.