A Writer in You!

Troy tried to supress the growing panic he felt as he wondered if he had truly heard something or was his mind playing tricks on him.

 

Suddenly, from out of the darkness, a small, lithe form leaped into Troy's lap; his panic quickly subsided as a familiar trilling "meow" echoed out and the black cat flopped lovingly into Troy's lap.

 

It was Pitch, his mother's well-loved cat, who, somehow had found him in the woods.

 

Fear and doubt struck at Troy's heart instantly, for he knew Pitch would never leave his mother's side unless some dire tragedy had befallen her.

 

Without a second thought he leapt from the shelter and sprinted towards home, gingerly cradling the small cat in his arms.

 

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With frustration and anger, Troy grabbed his makeshift sword and shield and started his journey into the woods. As he plunged into the tree line, he felt no trepidation, only a blinding fury. A fury more blinding than the Fire Dragons' desecration of all he loved. The faces of his loved ones, lost to him forever, caused hot tears to wet his cheeks, and his aching heart compelled him toward his destiny.

Suddenly, his vision blurred and there seemed to be a wagon and merchant several paces in front of him. Filled with a strange mix of distrust and wonder, he approached the wagon, hand on his hilt.

As he broke the distance to the wagon, he was able to see clearly that there had been a struggle and someone was killed or maimed as was evident by the amount of blood splattered around the scene.

The reek of the gore and fire churned his stomach but Troy bore the brunt of it and drew closer, convinced that he saw a flicker of movement from within the ruins of the wagon.

He peered into the wagon and saw a tall, bald man clad in bone armor, with strange tattoos on his face, munching on a burnt, severed leg.

His confidence wavered; he took a quick step backward, not mindful of the twig in his path that crunched under his boot when he placed it down.

"Fresh meat!", yelled the Kaitoth cannibal, as he glanced up at Troy.

Troy jolted awake just as Kaitoth descended upon him in his nightmare, bumping his head against the thatch of his makeshift shelter as he sat up, reaching for his sword blindly in the dark. "Ow"! yelled Troy, as he wiped away the sweat from his bruised forehead.

After a few fumbling moments, Troy's hand grasped the blade of the wooden waster that lay beside him, the ache of practice still lingering in his limbs.

Though bewildered from the haunting memory of the nightmare still echoing in his mind, Troy was not deterred and a menacing continence masked his face as he scanned the darkness for any threat.

Troy had never been on his own before in his young life and as he sat there in the darkness of his little shelter, sorrow and loneliness welled up within him.

A whisper of sound broke the hushed silence. A tingling sensation raced through his limbs and body, raising the small hairs on the back of his neck while goosebumps formed on his arms. Troy tried to suppress the panic welling up inside of him as he wondered if he had truly heard something or was his mind just playing tricks on him.

Suddenly, from out of the darkness, a small, lithe form leaped into Troy's lap; his panic quickly subsided as a familiar trilling "meow" echoed out and the black cat flopped lovingly into Troy's lap.

It was Pitch, his mother's well-loved cat, who, somehow, had found him in the woods.

Fear and doubt struck at Troy's heart instantly, for he knew Pitch would never leave his mother's side unless some dire tragedy had befallen her. Without a second thought he leapt from the shelter and sprinted towards home, gingerly cradling the small cat in his arms.

Without a second thought he leapt from the shelter and sprinted towards home, gingerly cradling the small cat in his arms.

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To save time he took a shortcut through an old cave that he has traveled many times,....but something is different about the cave this time.

 

Then he felt a sudden prickling of the hairs on the back of his neck. The sounds of piercing crys from hidden creatures seemed haunting, ominous and louder than normal in Troys' mind. Perhaps this was a mistake to come this way. He started to run for the cave entrance and tripped on something.

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It was the half-eaten remains of an unfortunate adventurer

 

He noticed that the human on the ground had a letter from king Gerald the second gripped firmly in his bloody hand.

 

While he wanted nothing more than to run from the stench and look of the grizly remains, he lowered himself to kneel next to the body and reached toward the bloody hand to snatch up the letter with hands that were shaking.

 

Breaking open the wax seal he removed the letter and read.......

 

The words on the paper were barely distinguisable. Troy looked for something he could use to see better what was written on the parchment paper. Near the grizly remains he noticed a torch that had fallen to the ground with the body.

 

Holding up the torch to the tattered parchment stained with dried blood he began to read the words that were hand written by King Gerald.

 

"The Dragon has become disobedient. His Tamer has lost control. We have managed to force him to the west. A small village was destroyed. But any loss* outside my kingdom is minor. Warn no one! Head west and track his trail. Best wishes on your journey." - King Gerald

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Suddenly Troy noticed he was shaking uncontrollably. He had not noticed the icy wind that now chilled his bones, but it was not all about the icy wind that was causing his shaking. No, no it was a thousand things that tugged at his heartstrings, Yes such as Anger, sadness, regret, and at this moment he was so aware that an ominous feeling of terror had overtaken him. He felt that he was being watched and shivered. He turned to run away but was frozen in his tracks.

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There before him stood his mother.
"The fire dragons, how could this be" Troy wondered under his breathe. Though Troy had barely managed a whisper, the spector of his mother responded, "Troy it is true, I am no longer of this world but you are now a part of it more than ever, there is great discord and a remedy must be found, you must stop the Dragons". Embarrassed by the tears welling in his eyes, Troy had looked away as his mother spoke. As he turned back to her, she faded away just as Pitch emerged from shadows.

 

A glowing Runic message appeared on the ground where his mother had stood a few moments before: SEEK OUT THE LAST DRAGON LORD AND OBTAIN THE AMULET OF VAZUR. ONLY WHEN THE AMULET IS DESTROYED BY BEING CAST INTO THE REIGNITED FORGE BENEATH HILT SHALL THE DRAGONS RETURN TO THEIR LONG SLUMBER...

 

A stunned look came across Troy's face. The Amulet of Vazur belonging to the Dragon Lord was a school house myth he heard growing up. He was back to square one. With no sense of direction or certainty of such an Amulet. He seeks knowledge and believes he can find it with Grondle....

 

Ok I am going to bump this thread because I think it is a really fun collaberation between the community so far. Imagine having a book in the game that was written by many participants in the community. So far it has been really fun and interesting to see it take shape. I am not normallly into writing, but I said hey just go with it and it's been great. No one needs to be an accomplished writer. It's not about that, it's about adding a lot of interesting directions to the story. So jump on board and write this story with us with no fear. One plan is to after completion of the book to list the participants who added to the story in like credits *Written by* ................ It will make history, it will live in the game, we will all be famous lol