Before I begin, I would like to say that if you post any crap here, I'll pesonally come and eat your burgers.
Also, I'm the ony one that will post in this thread, if you need to discuss my story, PM me, and I will make a new thread about it.
Basically, I thought a fantasy novel could be in a good position among all the science fiction in Starcraft. So here is the first chapter of my novel. The novel will be set in the world Verdii.
Winds of time:Hunted
As the sun slowly descended behind the Kôrr moutains far in the horizon, Lir and his father, Roin, began walking home.
He could smell the soft smell of pine trees, and heard the soft crushing sound of the last of the winters snow under his feet. The spring was finally here. He loosened his wool scarf a bit, and let the cold air stream against his throat. Far away, he heard a lonely bird twittering. He was on his way back from the forest with a sack full of wood. He and his father had been collecting all the dry wood they could find, for their job for the spring celebration in Jardagard was to collect firewood.
"Wonderful, isn't it?" Asked Roin.
"Aye, I only wish it had come sooner," agreed Lir.
"No, my son, don't wish for that. We need the winter as much as we need the crops that grow in our fields. Without it, we wouldn't be able to get the fresh water the fields need."
A little rabbit darted in the woods beside them. With steady aim, Lir's father lifted his shortbow, nocked an arrow, and fired. He hit the rabbit in the side, killing it instantly. "This will make us a good dinner," he said.
They sat down, roasting the rabbit over a small fire they made using a bit of the firewood they had found.
"Delicious!" Roin exclaimed as he took the second bite of his meat.
"Yes. Father, can you teach me how to fire your bow like that? It was amazing! I mean, the rabbait was moving while you shot!"
"Some day, son, maybe some day."
As they finished eating, Lir thought he could see a fleeting shadow just left of him. He shrugged it off.
Altha looked at the sun. It was nearing dusk. She had to hurry. Here in the foothills of the Kôrr mountains, all kinds of strange creatures wandered about. If she could only reach a farm or something the like before darkness fell, she would be safe. She started muttering a chant as an arrow whizzed past her ear. She spun around to face her attacker, ready to strike back. The attacker was nowhere to be seen. Another arrow flew past her right side. This time though, she was ready. She shouted: " Warda Liooda!" and the arrow suddenly turned towards the ground, hitting the snow, quivering. Altha could fell the power the spell drained from her as she said the words. Suddenly, she felt a searing pain in her back. She tried to see what had hit her, and saw a black arrow shaft sticking out. Drops of blood fell on the snow beneath her. As she started saying the words that would heal her, she felt someone force their way into her head. It was a mental attack, and she had been concentrating on the arrow. As the attacker pressed his way further into her mind, she saw something lurking in the bushes befind her. It something that wasn't human, that much she was sure, as it moved too swiftly and gracefully to be one. Pain...
It couldn't be an elf either, they were allied with the humans. More pain...
To her horror, she realized it muset be a- Searing pain, splitting her bones and cracking her skull...
She collapsed on the ground, fainted. A swift shadow crept out of the woods accompanied by two soldiers, dragging her body away...
To be continued in the second chapter of Winds of Time.