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Fog lay heavily upon the countryside; It hovered silent and white like the breath of a sleeping dragon, curling around trees and snaking over the hills. Morning sun filtered through the mist, breaking through here and there to transform puddles from the rain of the night into dawning wells of  glistening gold.
All was calm and still in the land and there was no noise- save for the lonely, frantic sound of rapidly galloping hooves. Through the white mist it came, ringing through the stillness with alarming speed. It pounded over the ground and splashed through water.  
Sweat glistened upon the horse's neck despite the chill of the air; its head was bent forward as it ran, sides heaving as the animal flew over the ground, a wind in the grass. In the saddle a rider was bent forward in much the same manner, keen eyes trying desperately to pierce the fog. From beneath a hood of deep blue he peered, urging his faithful mount onward, though he knew not where he was headed. Driven by fear he was not, but by a desperate need- a need to escape that which followed, a need to survive, so that he could finish what he had begun....

The sound of hooves came from behind as well, joining the noise of the single animal as thunder rolling ahead of a dangerous storm. Three, perhaps four men there were- the rider hadn't had time to count, for he'd fled after a very short battle when he'd realized his chances of victory were slight. The rain had made things difficult then, and it had been all too close. A wound to his side still throbbed; a dagger had been driven into his flesh and there had been no time to tend it, for the assassins had followed quickly. One hand he held fast over it, the other wrapped tightly in the horse's mane, and he could feel his own blood damp beneath his fingers, the fabric of .his shirt stuck to his skin . A storm these assassins truly were, for their blades were sharp and their movements faster than those of any man he'd yet faced. They were closing in on him now...  was there no place in this accursed land to safely hide?  Should he turn and face them? But what chance did he have to defeat four trained warriors? What chance did he have to escape them? He had to... his task was not yet completed....

Suddenly his prayers were answered- dim shapes appeared in the thick mist, and as the swift mare brought him ever closer he could see that they were the forms of houses- praise the ancient ones! He knew the men wouldn't follow him there. But just as the sun shot through a gap in the fog to reveal the gates of the town, swung open to welcome all passing through on the road, an arrow sped through the air; the rider felt a jolt of pain as the shaft pierced his shoulder from behind, the force of it causing him to topple forward. By some miracle he managed to drag himself up before falling from the saddle, but the pain of the arrow lodged in his body, along with that of the wound to his side, was too much.  As the mare brought him through the gates, he could see only shadows of the townsfolk out on their mornings tasks, could hear nothing at all- and then he knew nothing more.
The prolouge of my NaNoWriMo novel from last year... this was written back then and I've been missing those characters ... so I thought I'd post my prolouge anyway and see what yall think ^^; I call myself a writer but I think I'm losing my talent.

The preview image is from a commission I bought from :icondestinyfall: a while back [link]

And I was inspired to post this bit by beautiful a free commission of Edan I got from :iconmyoneandonly: [link] Go check out her commissions!

That is all...
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medievallass Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lovely work, very descriptive I really got a vivid idea of what was going on. I really like Edan's determination to live.

Hayley :floating:
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KyaValentine Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
The description of the land is beautiful and poetic, pulling you into the story itself. I could see the fog and sun, turning the puddles into gold.

I felt the arrow as it hit him and watched him as he succumbed to the darkness caused by the pain and bloodloss.

You've lost none of your skill and I can't wait to read more. I find myself extremely curious as to who he is and what his task is/was. This is beautiful.
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Captain-Savvy Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much :hug: That really makes me feel wonderful, to hear you say that :love:
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KyaValentine Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome :D
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Marosia Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2009  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ohhhh very cool opening.
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Captain-Savvy Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you!
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winterelf86 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I love the imagery in this.And honestly its well written and keeps the reader interested. If you feel you need tips and stuff there are a ton of fiction writing websites you can go to. They've really,really helped me out a lot and my writing improved dramatically. There are also a few tutorials here on DA that either in the deviations or in DA news.
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Captain-Savvy Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you :hug:

My main concern is that the rest of the story is all muddled ^^; It needs a looot of work. I may just completely rewrite it in November
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dragondoodle Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
More Please! :please: I wanna know what happens! :D
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Captain-Savvy Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you :hug:
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