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The start of my first chapter, let me know what you think so I can carry on writing in the right direction...
The beginning of my first chapter, let me know what you think so I can carry on writing in the right direction :)
There are many realms of life in this universe, some barren that can barely be called an existence and some bright; full of strange life that grows, ever changing and prospering. Then of course, there are those that contain only the most evil things of a macabre that humanity cannot even begin to imagine in its wildest nightmares.
Earth, a realm where so many believe that their knowledge is great, when in fact they know very little of the goings on of the universe, they know only what they can see and test, but have no real knowing of what lies beyond their planet’s doorstep.
It is in this tale that things begin to change and humanity begins to realise that the realms outside Earth are not so far away as they once thought and myth and legend not as fictional as it would once seem.
And so, the tale begins at Avalon, a city of many stories, some great and victorious and some accursed and dark, there were tales of stirrings far away in places so distant that they had fallen into myth. Things were about to change.
Avalon – Year 6086 of the Central Realm.
The trees were rustling in a restless breeze that day, cloud had lingered over the city of Avalon for many long weeks and now a storm seemed to be coming closer and closer from beyond the mountains. The grey rock of the city walls looked ever more dull and dreary under the darkness and the morale of its people seemed to follow.
Nothing strange or new had happened in Avalon for a very long time indeed, there had been an age of peace for many thousands of years, and so the looming disturbance of this was inevitable, especially upon the arrival of someone that was presumed dead.
A horse and man were approaching the city fast from the west side, galloping smoothly up the grass hill. The man was tall and broad with a crop of matted blonde hair on his gaunt head, the matting may once have been curls, but it was too hard to tell now as his appearance was so rough and unkempt, a sorry sight indeed.
He rode hastily towards the wooden city gate and was not noticed by its guards surrounding the towers on either side until he was upon it. The men looked down in amazement, it was very rare for strangers to come to Avalon unannounced these days, and to see one with such an appearance was most unexpected. The men thought what business has this untidy man in Avalon of all places?
As the rider approached the gate he could see a large silver plaque lined with polished wood attached to it, there was writing written in an old Avalonian tongue which read:
In our hearts the dead remain,
All of those that were killed and slain,
No more evil shall touch these walls,
Until our last soldier meets death and falls.
He glanced at it but did not read, it was not his first time in the city, but it had been a while, things certainly seemed to have changed. As he was thinking this the gate was opened and he was met by several of the armed city guards. Their armour was golden and well-polished, it was the only thing he could see that was not faded and dull, although it was probably worthless, caves full of fools gold lay behind the city and the softness of real gold would never do for real armour unless the enemy were using sticks as weapons. The soldiers showed him no sign of welcome, only looks of suspicion and mistrust.
‘Stop right there sir.’ The guard in the sturdiest armour said, he seemed to be in charge. ‘What business would a man, such as yourself have in the city of Avalon?’
‘A man such as myself?’ The man replied. ‘Okay, I will tell you my business if you lower that sword of yours, I am no enemy and I don’t appreciate being threatened young guard.’
‘My job is to guard the city, and protect it I will.’ He paused for a second eyeing the man up. ‘But very well, I will allow you the chance to explain yourself.’ He put the sword back down at his side and gestured for the others to do the same, they did so with unease.
‘I bring urgent news to your queen and so I must see her immediately.’ The man said frankly, there was no point beating around the bush as he was losing precious time.
‘Urgent news? What could you have to tell Sardinia that is so important, she does not favour time wasters by any account.’ The guard sneered.
‘Yes, a fast temper she has indeed! But alas, my news is my business; it is for the queen to decide whether or not your ears are worthy of hearing it young sir.’
The guard looked taken aback by these last words, how dare this man speak to a guard of Avalon in this way he thought, very rude indeed. ‘You are lucky sir that I don’t cut off your head right now, unfortunately it is against the laws of this city, we must have the queen’s permission to do so, I may let you through just for that.’ The guard thought this a very good plan as the man would surely be thrown out of Avalon by the queen before he knew what had hit him, and if he dared speak to her the way he had just spoken to him then he would be more than sorry. ‘What is your name?’
‘My name? Well, I suppose I can tell you that, I am Lune a man of the city of Arrow-Elm, is that enough?’
‘You are from the forest city Arrow-Elm? That’s miles away, why on Earth would you come here?’
‘I thought I’d made it clear that the nature of my business is private, now will you let me pass please, believe me, Sardinia will not favour your reluctance to let me through, I’m willing to put my head on it.’
‘Are you now? Well we shall see.’ He stopped and looked to his left, Beven! Take this man to the queen.’
Beven stepped forward, he was a small stocky man who did not wear armour, but instead had a black tunic bearing a rose, just like the real ones scattered in the streets of the city. Lune knew this was a mark of respect for the dead as they grew on the tombs of the fallen soldiers from wars long ago.
‘Come with me.’ Beven said sternly. ‘The queen lives right up the hill.’
‘I know.’ Lune replied. ‘This is not my first visit, though it is true that I have not been here for a long time, it has changed, even the air smells different.’ He said thoughtfully.
‘The air?’ Beven gave him a funny look, he thought this Lune character did not seem to be in his right mind at all; especially not when he demanded to disturb Sardinia without announcement, only a fool would do that, he was going to cause an uproar no doubt about that.
Beven lead the way for Lune around the spiral of stone steps curling around the hill in the middle of the city, it was very tall and its towers very good for seeing dangers coming from far away. This was necessary as the city was near enough isolated, there were no settlements anywhere near other than small villages of Sardinia’s people that could not afford to live within the protection of the city walls.
On and on Beven marched, Lune followed closely, he already knew the way and was quite looking forward to seeing the Court of Avalon again. After fifteen minutes they arrived at the top, Beven was panting heavily and beads of sweat had begun to creep down his wrinkled light skin.
‘You do not walk up here often then?’ Lune asked.
‘No, we don’t get many visitors, and even fewer with requests to see the queen, are you quite sure you want to?’
‘Very sure, I expect she will be surprised to see me.’ Beven made a start to carry on walking towards the door of the court, when Lune stopped him.
‘It is okay sir Beven, I know this place, I will find Sardinia myself, and no doubt she is feasting on something, probably a bleeding red steak knowing her tastes.’ And with that he walked on towards the doors and turned the golden handle. The door creaked loudly and just before he went inside he shouted ‘Beven! You might want to get the guards to put some oil on these.’ Then he disappeared and shut the door behind him with a bang, Lune smirked at the thought of Beven’s face after he had said it, he had looked taken aback enough at being addressed as a sir.
The main room of the court was a massive hall with tall walls that were lined with silver and gold and the floor was made of thick white marble. There was a roaring fire over at the far end behind a large dining table, and there on a towering stone chair sat Sardinia, eating away.
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