We are coming up on the end of NaNoWriMo. I thought it would be fun to share the first chapter from my NaNo last year, as it has been reworked since then. I don't know if the whole text will see the light of day, but maybe. In any case- here is chapter one of Journey to Pendar.
Red couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing before her was a wolf, but it was unlike any wolf she had ever seen. He was standing on his hind legs, like a man would, and what gripped her wrist had claws like a wolf, but fingers like a man, although it was all covered in fur. The fur was a greasy black color, just like the man’s shoulder length hair had been. In fact, as she looked at the wolf, she began to realize that the wolf was the man, or had been the man. It was the only thing that made sense, since it was standing exactly where the man had been standing. Then she saw the creature’s eyes. They were the exact golden eyes the man had stared at her with earlier. Somehow, the man had turned into this wolf creature that now had her captive.
This is from one of my works in progress, so needless to say, it's rough. Red is an average teenage girl who just got sucked into a whole new world. Not in an Aladdin way either. I wanted to share this just in time for Halloween. Part one is today, and I'll have part two up on Monday. Enjoy!
The next day began like nothing out of the ordinary had even happened the night before. Red woke up to see that Sarah was already out of bed and probably dressed and eating breakfast downstairs. Red was rarely awake in time to eat breakfast with the other girls. She sat up in her bed, and grabbed her hands and stretched her arms straight up above her head. The stretching sensation caused her to yawn and breathe in as much air as she could. Then she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and then ran her hand through her unruly red hair. Then she looked at her clock.
The wind blew through the high grass, moving the stalks in a waving motion. The sky was dark. Darker than it should have been at this hour. Black and gray storm clouds were moving in from the north, following the wind. It would be a harsh storm. Uriel Bayard could feel it in his bones. He stood silently, facing the oncoming storm clouds. He stood tall, his head up and his eyes closed as he felt the wind move through his long, ashen beard. He felt it rustling the bottom of his long, raggedy dark robes. His feet were bare, so could sense the grass between his toes. He could feel and sense all of it, and more.
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