So this month is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and the aim is to write 50,000 words in during the month of november. Now I have been guilted into takin part.
Now as you can tell I am a little late to do this post, but I've been really busy lately and haven't had the time. However in the time that I haven't been using to blog, I've been ussing to actually atempt to write this thing because well why not! I am not very good at this at all, it is way past the halfway mark and I have just over 3,000 words. By my standards that is pretty impressive and considering I started like 10 days late I'm doing Ok. Jokes I'm failing quite alot.
I will link my NaNoWriMo here: NaNoWriMo
Now for the real reason of my post here is chapter one of my book:
Chapter 1
She dropped, well that would be a
fancy word for what she did. She fell, off the roof of a warehouse after just
escaping the clutches of the council. Lillian Winewood knew that within seconds
the guards would be after her, but then again, she also knew that she could
outrun them.
As Lillian fell through the darkness
that was collecting around and within Greve, she thought to recall what the
seekers had told her. And, as she hit the grimy streets, she tucked her legs up
against her far too thin stomach and rolled into a standing position. She took
no more than a second to regain her footing, and when she had she once again
began to sprint through the repulsive city that was Greve. It was when she
heard a loud commotion behind her that she realized how fast her pursuers
actually were and without giving it a second thought she ducked into an alley
to wait out their hunt.
Would this actually work? She
questioned. Then smiled maliciously; first at the noise of the council guards
as they rushed past her; and then at their mistake in not considering which of
many possible ways she could have gone. Again Lillian began to question herself
about, was what she had achieved in snatching worth the risk that she piled on
herself every day? But then righted her thinking by muttering under her breath
“You have to, to survive, and any
way they don’t call you the sphinx for nothing; they haven’t caught you once in
seven years” She physically grinned at the prospect, seven years! No one lasted
that long; she was the best of her kind (that would be the rogue). She hastily
smoothed her features into a bored sort of expression as she began to stroll
casually down the alley. The neutral expression
turned grim as she made her way back to the hellhole that she had to call home,
but to her it felt more like a headquarters of a sort; she would check in, and
out, and give in her daily prizes so they could be shared with the more
helpless rogue.
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Lillian once again began to doubt the victory of her bread as
she lifted the iron grill that closed off the sewer to public access (it
obviously didn’t do a great job) and hopped down into the bowls of the city. When
she had first learnt about this ‘sewer entrance’ she was adamant that she
wasn’t going anywhere near it and would use the more innocent looking front
entrance. She had, as well as most others, believed the sewer entrance would in
fact lead to an actual sewer. But, in fact, it lead to a ladder, and that
ladder led to a room that would be seemingly empty unless you thought to remove
yourself from that layer of sight and position yourself on the in one under which
case you would clearly be able to see a small group of people. That small group
of people were in fact the rogue of Axos.
It was that very ladder that she
made her way down before dropping into the room expecting, as normal, for it to
be empty and it was until she peeled back the layer of muck that clouded her
vision and blocked her from viewing the door. When that layer was gone the
scene around her changed and burst into life. The room was alive with people
bustling around doing their jobs as if nothing was amiss, but she knew better
than to trust them. She peeled away yet another block, exactly like her mother
had been teaching her. That was until she was captured and killed for being
different. When that layer was gone she felt rather exposed as peeling away sight
barriers was like taking of layers of clothing. You remove the layer in front
of you and put it behind you meaning that you are now invisible or ‘clouded’
from others on different layers of sight.
After the second layer was fully
behind and she opened her mind to see more, the bustling crowd disappeared as
they remained on a previous layer. What stood in front of her was worse.
Seventeen city guards stood there waiting for a moment like this to happen,
that or waiting to attack when everyone was asleep. As quickly as she noticed
them they noticed her and began to move in set on claiming this one-off prize. Before
she fully disappeared from their view, Lillian saw a sword jab where she was
standing but a few seconds ago.
When she popped back into existence
on layer two, it took a few seconds for her to realize she was now without her bread;
she had dropped it in her haste to get the barrier back in place. She quickly congregated
anyone who would listen to tell them about the situation.
“Ok, Ok how do I start” she began
to mumble, her voice rose as she clearly spoke To the 15 people who had
gathered “umm well right then, I was umm checking the layer of sight beneath
the one we declare ours and well I was faced with 17 city guards waiting to
ambush. They obviously can’t do it now while we are all up and active, I mean
they would be stupid to try. Break into a room full of thieves, exiled warriors
and in my case seekers, they would be crazy absolutely cr...”
“Get on with it” She allowed her
eyes to skit over the crowd and with little effort located the owner of the
yelling. David Marks, an idiot. The look she then gave him would have made the
worst of the worst shudder even a little. She glared at him until he backed
down mumbling apologies before she continued.
“I don’t think we need to evacuate
or anything like that. This is no extremity it’s simply them waiting to ambush
us so instead we ambush them. Anyone who would like to fight can stay here. We
don’t need many there were only seventeen guards four or five of us will do”
She waved a hand in dismissal waiting to see who was left. No one, that’s who
no one had taken her seriously and stayed behind to help her fight no one, if
that’s how they wanted to play it they could die. See if she cared. Lillian
then turned to go and not a moment later seventeen city guards popped into
existence and began to ambush.
I know it's awful but I'll post chapter two soon just to keep every one from killin them selves with the suspense (not) bye.
-A
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