I know I’ve been awfully quiet. NaNoWriMo and work have kept me busy and exhausted. Today I thought I might us well share with you what I am currently working on.
This year’s NaNoWriMo story is a Young Adult Fantasy novel that may just turn into a series.
It’s day 13 and I’m on 17k and I’m still not sure what the hell I am doing.
But I will try and summarise it anyway…
When the Crown Prince of Astraid is mysteriously murdered Princess Arabella must take his place as the heir to the throne if she is to save her kingdom from war. But this new position comes with many complications and obstacles, one of which is her relationship with her would-be betrothed, Elijah Amyr – heir to the Siren Kingdom.
In the Swaard Desert a young nomad named Melaea Ahmar has just discovered that the world isn’t all that it seems. After eighteen years of peace, the Guardians of the Sky have resurfaced and she is pulled into a world she’d only ever heard of in legends and stories.
Elijah is being framed for the Crown Prince’s death and will do anything in his power to undercover the truth and protect his people, even if that means sacrificing his own life.
Below is a short extract, please note that it is unedited and I am just posting it to give you a little idea of what I’m writing about. NaNoWriMo is all about finishing that first draft, the editing and rewriting will happen at a much later stage, right now it is all about turning ideas into words.
Reina looked at her thoughtfully. “I haven’t seen the likes of what happened last night anywhere but in the Eastern Kingdom, back when the Guardians and the Dragons still descended Mount Teara to join the Summer Festival Celebrations,” she said. “That was before the Dark War, I was a little girl you know, can you imagine that?”
Melaea had stopped chewing her bread and meat and placed her plate of food on the floor.
“Those ages are long forgotten,” said Melaea. “There are no more Guardian’s left. They were killed by the Jinn that possessed King Aldralex during the war.”
“Not all of them. Those that could, fled with the remaining Dragons to the lands beyond the Brldoigt tree. There were rumours that they returned to Sal Dora after King Aldralex fell.”
“But no one has seen them since,” said Callum.
“That, my boy, we cannot know for sure. If anyone had seen them do you think we’d know of it? They were most likely sworn to secrecy. What do you think happened to the Jinn when their master fell?”
Callum shrugged. “They were vanquished by the Pari and Siren spell casters.”
“Many of them escaped back into the spirit realm,” said Reina.
“But what has any of this have to do with me,” asked Melaea. She was becoming impatient and wanted answers.
“My dear, it has everything to do with you. The Awakening ceremony did exactly was it was meant to, it awoke your dormant powers. I can’t say I am surprised. The elder’s always thought that if magic were to resurface in the Badwadi tribe, it would come from an Ahmar. Our clan used to have quite a reputation back when the magic was still strong in our blood.”
“You knew this would happen?” Melaea started at her grandmother, bewildered.
“Not exactly, I had suspicions but it was mostly wishful thinking. But I never imagined you might be a fire caster of sorts.”
“But you knew!” She could feel her blood boiling, her head began to pound uncontrollably and her vision became blurry. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Calm down,” Reina said.