It’s week three into National Novel Writing Month. Week One went well. Week Two I had the flu for a few days and barely could think let alone write. The next day was Rememberance day, and being in the army, I was part of that. I stayed at a friends house for the night, to drunk to drive home. So that was out. I fell far behind, and have so far lost interest to catch up on the word count. I may try to, but right now I’m in the mode that I got a story started, I will finish it on my own time now, not worrying about the dead line.
I have titled the book “Sins Of Our Fathers”
But here are a couple excerpts of the story so far.
Hope you enjoy.
Excerpt # 1
Manard Swanter rode his roan gelding through the Forest of Felrenn only a day’s ride south of Felrenn on the road back his Lord Ehorld’s estate. He trotted his horse Big Guy — as he had named him from a foal — then let him rest, trotted, then let rest.
He could make a good pace this way. At least make it back in eight days instead of ten. He was instructed to take his time, as his message would be accepted easily and be of no worry to the King.
But it looked like his Lord Ehorld was wrong and now a quicky pace must be maintained to end the war before his Lord got his head hanged of the kings castle as an example.
Manard took his messenger skills seriously, and with great pride. His father had laughed at him when he said he wanted to be a messenger boy. “Boy,” he said, “you couldn’t remember your own name if I hadn’t beat it into your head.” But he proved his father wrong.
He joined his lords army, became a messenger boy, and fought in many campaigns the Carcan had committed to fight in with the king. His memory to words saved lives. No messenger carried his message on paper. If he died, or was caught, the enemy could find out what the message was by simply reading the orders. No every messenger memorized every message, and they went with him to the grave.
Manard felt Big Guy weezing a bit. His horse could keep the pace up for so long, but he would need a break. He slowed Big Guy to walk for about half an hour, then turned off the road into the Felrenn forest.
A creek ran along this part of the road. Before he let Big Guy drink he listened to make sure he had cooled down. He learned from his mistakes when he had let a horse that had been running drink a bunch of water right after. The horse later became sick and died.
He moved his trusty friend up to the creek. Big Guy resisted at first, his ears laying back. “Whats wrong Big Guy? It’s alright, we’re just getting some water.” Manard coaxed his big horse farther into the forest towards the creek. Bug Guy’s ears lay flat. Something must be wrong here. He needs water though. We’ll just get some water and get out fast. Probably just a coyote stalking around, no big deal.
Big Guy stuck his big nose into the water. Manard gave a stretch and leaned back on the saddle. He looked up into the tree above him and gave a howl. Big Guy started and gave a buck, sending Manard into the air. The large mountain cat jumped out of the tree and onto Big Guy’s back, clawing away as Big Guy took off through the bush.
Manard watched his big horse take off. He knew his friend was doomed. He was doomed. He couldn’t move his legs, his arms. He could not move his head. He could hear something wet dripping onto the leaves. My blood. Oh I have failed! His eye sight began to fade. Then he slowly could not think. Finally Manard Swanter the Messenger of Lord Ehorld Carcan was no more, and so his message bore the same fate.
Excerpt # 2
A guard came to attention at the dinning hall, stomping his foot down. “My Lord, a messenger from the King. Urgent business my Lord.”
Lord Terrance looked to his guests. “Please excuse me. Enjoy your meal. We will drink and play with my wenches after dinner.” Some of the old men huffed at that. Of course they would not mind some pretty women while away from their wifes, but they would not openly admit that.
Lord Terrance pulled some black leather gloves over his hands and motioned to his guard to take him to the messenger. He strode down his fortress corridors until they reached the main floor where a messenger waited in the throne room. Lord Terrance approached the man who bowed deeply and handed him a parchment with the Kings seal on it.
“Must be important to send this message on parchment.” Lord Terrance flipped the messenger a coin who looked confused while snatching the coin out of the air at the same time. Either way, he quickly stuffed it in his pocket, likely before he thought Lord Terrance would change his mind.
Terrance walked over to his throne and sat down, reading the message. A few minutes later he looked up at the messenger. “Tell King Martakdus my troops will be there in half a months time.”
“Yes my Lord.” The messenger bowed then left.
Lord Terrance turned to the guard who led him to the messenger. “Arot, bring me General Lanctar.”
“Yes my Lord.” Arot said turning to his new task.
Half whispering to himself, “We have plans to discuss.” Terrance laid his head against the black thrown felt with a grin on his face the King himself would cringe at.