So today I'm going to update you on my NaNoWriMo story. So it's currently the 23rd of November and I have a total of 3,339 words. Yeah, I know. So i've concluded that i'm not going to reach 50,000 in fact I'm not sure I'm going to reach maybe 5,000. So It's not going great, but I am enjoying writing it.
So what you've all been waiting for (like probably not at all):chapter 2.
Chapter 2
Cole Tholan was a guard at the
palace and he was standing silently as the Prince Alexander had a quite
conversation in the corner with Caro Sutter. Caro was a duke who hailed from
Pythees (the healing dirsist, Axos the selfish dirsist) and had run into the
prince’s games room where he had lounging claiming he had important news. The
prince had then awkwardly shuffled into a corner where they had a whispered
conversation.
Cole, although was trusted with
Alex’s life, couldn’t focus his mind. He’d had a very trying day and was now
worried for the seventeen guards he’d sent to ambush the rebel base unknowing
whether they’d make it back alive or if their ambush would reverse and end in
death and loss for the palace instead.
He was in
the middle of one of these thoughts when Alex called on him. Caro was gone and
Alex was waiting to go.
“Earth to
Cole, what’s on your mind? You know don’t answer that it’ll probably take
hours.” Cole grunted in annoyance. “No but seriously you look worried. Is it
about those soldiers?”
“Yeah it is.
It’s just that I sent those soldiers away and what if they don’t come back?”
Cole meekly admitted.
“You do what
you always: you tell their families then get the hell over it. Plus which there
are like 15 untrained rebels Vs 17 Highly trained guards, what do the odds
show?” Alex’s voice held a sort of sarcasm that assured Cole he was right.
“Yeah, Yeah
I guess. Anyway I should be the one reassuring you. Forget this happened” Alex
nodded his agreement then smirked
“I can’t
believe you were worried about something so petty” Cole shoved him but not hard
enough to make the prince do anything but stumble.
“Shut up!
Anyway where do you want to go?”
“Let’s just walk” Alex grabbed
Cole’s arm and led him towards the gardens “let’s just walk.”
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Lillian rose from the fields of
bodies around her. Her dark ebony hair had gained a reddish quality as had her
clothes, neck, hands and face stained by the blood of many.
The guards had indeed began to ambush and
without considering the others she swung herself into the beams that blanketed
the ceiling and stood watching as the guards cut down person after person without
hesitation. She felt slightly guilty about just letting her people die but then
again they hadn’t believed her about the guards and here was her proof. She
stayed hidden where she was and when the guards were leaving her thought about
the lives they’d just removed from the planet and as they thought they had
gotten away with it, she unleashed herself upon them.
They’d died too easily. The fight
they put up was hardly worthy of all the death they’d just caused, then again
they weren’t expecting a highly trained ex-seeker to be there. No one could out
fight a seeker, it was almost impossible, almost.
She closed the grate as she exited
the sewer, now on sight layer one, and began to make her way through Greve. She
kept to the shadows in fear of people spotting her and making a scene, she was
covered head to toe in blood. As she slipped from the shadow of one building to
another she bumped into a hooded figure going the opposite direction. In fact
he was going so perfectly in the opposite direction that she grew suspicious so
she naturally came to the decision to follow him.
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Cole bumped into a figure and was
surprised to see she was covered in blood, leaving a sticky brownish residue on
his cloak. She mumbled her apologies and annoyance as she brushed past then he
heard her stop and turn back in the direction he was heading in. Why? He turned
to catch her in the act but there was no one behind him. He continued on his
way slipping into the second layer as he approached the grate. He readjusted
his long cloak and re fastened the mandatory name pin. He lifted the grate and
slid it aside then called into darkness. No reply. So he grudgingly began the
descent into the sewer.
____________
It took her a few minutes after her
initial encounter to recognise the cloak he was wearing, each of the soldiers
she’d killed had been wearing won. She was watching him while running across a
mixture of ground, roof and balcony, when he disappeared from sight. In that
moment she knew exactly where he was heading, she slipped a layer behind and
saw him begin to descend through the sewer entrance she had thought was secret.
She could smell the putrid smell of
blood long before descending down the ladder. She heard an audible retch from
below and slipped to layer three before finishing her descent to avoid being
spotted. When she landed in the room, she (like before) swung into the rafters
and switched back to layer two so she could watch.
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Cole counted the dead 32 so someone
was still alive. Who? He counted his soldiers 17 so the missing person was
rogue. He checked the bodies and began putting story together. His guards had
ambushed and killed 15 rogues, and then the one who remained killed his guards
and escaped. But who would be skilled enough to kill seventeen guards? Seekers
would be, but why would seekers kill a guard they were fighting for the same
thing. He made his way around the room saying a short prayer to each one and
placing their hoods over their heads. He didn’t bother to clear away the
bodies; no one would come down here. Also, not many people came onto the second
layer to smell flesh either.
He soon grew sick of the smell of
death and decay and turned to leave. He made his towards the ladder head bent
in concentration. He looked up to find his footing on the rungs, but there was
someone blocking his way. Hell! It was the same girl he’d bumped into on the
streets, and she meant business. Her hair was made of the blackness that came
with night, and it was matted with blood. That same blood covered every square
inch of her; her face, her neck, her arms, legs and clothes. She was holding to
swords each one so bright and silver they were like individual slices of moon.
He could see other sinister weapons glinting around her hips and her thighs, He
could also see by her stance and positioning that she knew how to use them. Was
she the one who’d escaped? The guttural growl she let loose was nothing short
of animalistic, and he could do nothing more than draw his own sword before she
began to advance.
So another cliffhanger and I know it's awful but there you go. Chapter 3 soon. Bye,
-A
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