Hello again. Are you getting used to having daily posts by me again? No? I can’t say that I am either.
It’s day 3 of the July edition of Camp NaNoWriMo and so far my progress looks golden. I’m at 5500 words, which is ahead of schedule and I haven’t even started writing yet today, so that number will just keep growing.
My rewritten first chapter for the Prophecy of Euphinor is much better. The old one was six pages of mysterious and somewhat humorous events that set the stage for the novel. Now, it’s a 12 page chapter with various viewpoints across the continent. It just sets the stage much better and gives the reader a wide view of Egaethor.
So, in celebration of my great start to the month, here is a little bit from the last half of chapter one. This particular scene starts on page six and it is the only scene so far to contain parts of the original prologue, before I decided to just make it the first chapter. I wrote this yesterday, so it is bound to have many problems. If you see anything, don’t be afraid to point them out.
The stars twinkled brighter than candles as the city of Suixerium fell into sleep, the more fortunate snuggling in their beds beside the dying embers of the fireplaces. The men and women of Euphinor are oblivious to the change in the air, Oaklevium thought as he kneeled in the small grove of trees in his garden, one of the last places of nature within the mighty castle walls.
The place was his sanctuary, quiet and calming. Once a week he would march his tired and drunken ass out of the house after a long day of work to meditate and reconnect with the world around him. His clouded thoughts of the Kingdom’s affairs at Court and when he would have his next drink vanished when he took his place to kneel before nature, the true first people of the world. Egaethor was a confusing place, his father Jarhivik Sharp had taught him many decades ago in a land that seemed so far away. Oaklevium understood that now, for he was a child of peace, of low tide. The high tide of war was coming. He could smell it in the air: a wind blowing in from the north that had the scent of death and felt of an untamed storm, and an occasional southerly wind that reeked of decay and black magic. Oaklevium noticed all of these things when he opened his mind to his garden.
The rustling of his rose bushes and the tidings of the breeze brought him comfort, but today the wind brought the scent of the high tide stronger than ever. Something had happened, and now he would just have to wait and hear about the details of what he sensed.
It didn’t take long for Oaklevium to notice that a figure was approaching in the distance, passing by his empty stone settlement: a creature in the night. Good, he thought. I’m old and I don’t like waiting.