I'm 35,000 words in (yay, me!), sick and still writing. A foggy brain makes the going a little tougher, but the ideas are still flowing. I'm starting to see this as a multi-book series. Ay-yi-yi. Anyway, here's your final, unedited, rough, and raw NaNo excerpt. Enjoy!
Characters: Prince Aletalian, Ulia (the evil sorceress)
Setting: Crystal Castle
“When will the creature be ready?” Prince Aletalian asks Ulia. He knew that the birth of the creature would mean Rtharo was at his full strength, waiting for words only Ulia would dare to utter. This day held a lot of importance to the Prince. As Rtharo grew stronger, his father, Rylias, the king of all Tylunand, was growing weaker. His Guild Knights had been prepped to begin coronation procedures immediately upon the king’s passing. He was not first in line for the throne, but with his sibling absent, an heir would be necessary, and he could secure his rightful place before she ever found out about their father. By then, it would be too late.
He also enjoyed the power that Ulia had given him. He admired the amulet around his neck in the opulence of her scrying pot. It was a bloodstone. It was as big as his fist, and held more power in its belly than a dozen druids. She told him she had enchanted it so that he would be invincible in battle, and when he became king, he was to meld it into his crown. When combined with the ruby sword, the sapphire shield, the topaz staff, and the turquoise ring, it would make him immortal she claimed. He had always envied the Elves their immortality. He would be the last high king, ruling the kingdom forever in his immortality.
“Three fortnights, it will hatch.” The dark shape inside the egg could be seen through the shell, though it was still indiscernible. “The Drtuang will be here soon. Unless you are anxious for your death, I suggest you leave now. The orcs and goblins are marching towards Tierna ‘Or as we speak. Have you prepared your people?” Ulia cackled. Prince Aletalian’s eyes widened.
“No. You promised me the city would not be touched!”
“No, Aletalian, I promised that the castle would not be touched. Never did I promise the city. Never. Besides, I have no control over the orcs and goblins.”
“You lie. You are controlling it all, at least until Rtharo is at his full strength. It is not an orc’s nature to travel with troublesome goblins. You have to be controlling them. Call them off.”
“I cannot. Rtharo is in full control of the armies. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.” This caught Aletalian off guard. He was flabbergasted.
“You wouldn’t if you could? I thought we were in agreement: my servitude to you in exchange for my coronation. It’s pointless to be king if there is no one to appreciate it.”
“Then you should go be a king. Make an army of your village. Let them fight. In the end, it doesn’t matter anyway, they’ll all be dead.”
The prince took off towards home, riding faster than he had ever ridden before to try to save his village from being pillaged and plundered by the goblins, and the women raped by the orcs. He realized that he was being betrayed by Ulia in this very moment, but he was sure that Rtharo would reward him for his loyalty. This thought, and this thought alone kept him going. He would teach his people to fight, so that they could aid in Rtharo’s uprising. He had the greatest army in the history of Savania at his disposal in his Guild Knights. They would open the army to allow any who are interested in joining in, arm them, and train them. It would sizable enough to give any army pause, even the legions of darkness that serve Rtharo. Yes, it would be perfect. The only person standing in his way was the king.
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