Here is an excerpt from a novel that I am working on with Britton Kemp. Please comment and tell me what you think, suggestions, etc. Also, we will be having a poll soon about some of the names for our characters, so keep checking the blog.
Miram woke up, he was freezing cold. It was too cold to try and go back to sleep so he decided to practice his spells. He could move almost everything, except the cottage and the shack. He couldn't make them disappear either.
He was about to go back to bed when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned around just in time to see a figure dash behind a tree. It was so quick that Miram was unsure if he had actually seen it or if it was just his imagination. He stared at the tree. Then, he saw it again, this time more clearly. It seemed to be a small figure wearing black and green-spotted clothing.
“The clothes must be some type of camouflage.” Miram thought. “But why would this person want to hide from me?”
Miram hurried into his shack and grabbed his sword. Then, he rushed into the forest after the figure. Occasionally, he caught glimpses of the person, enough to know the direction which they were headed. He saw the clearing up ahead, and he knew he had a choice to make. Gerard had said to never pass the clearing. But, Miram felt confident in his experience, and he was curious about the figure he was following, so he continued on.
Miram was worried, it had been roughly fifteen minutes since he had last seen the figure, and he was afraid that he had lost it.
That fear faded quickly though, because in front of him, he saw a dragon. It was a huge, winged beasts with thousands of turquoise scales protecting its body. It had a long neck with red eyes and razor sharp fangs.
In that moment, Miram wished that he would never have passed the clearing.
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Thanks,
Anna
