Post by Snowstar on Mar 23, 2009 13:56:01 GMT -5
Okay so this topic is actually knew to me. I just finished my book The Silver Werewolf (164 pages long) a couple of months ago. I am currently working on Midnight Moon (23 pages so far) and this came to me in my head. I dont have a name yet but im working on it. Tell me what you think.
Prologue
The hall was deathly silent. So silent, in fact, that you could hear the trickle of water running down the dilapidated walls. The two wizards faced each other, faces red with anger, determination, and exhaustion. No one was around to see this ordeal but that was the way of the wizards. Most never wanted anyone round to see a duel. The latin words they spoke turned into powerful magic that was meant kill. The old wizard spoke "It seems my friend that we are evenly matched. There was a excruciating pause and then the younger wizard spoke "It seems you have misjudged me... my friend" He put his hand forward slowly and said something in latin. His voice was intoxicating and deathly. His eyes changed from green to gold and he looked as if fire was surrounding him. He smiled and the old wizards eyes bulged. The silence was interrupted by painful screaming. The old wizard fell to his knees tears screaming down his pale face. "You... are... the... the... the... incari..." The young wizard put his hand down and walked up to the man. "What am I?" His voice had a trace of an accent. "The Incarian. The almighty powerful Incarnian." The wizard knelt down next to the old man and looked him strait in the eye."I don't know who that is you are talking about. But i know who I am. My name is Jake Marinson. Remember the name well old man." Then he stood up and said a few latin words and was gone.
Prologue
The hall was deathly silent. So silent, in fact, that you could hear the trickle of water running down the dilapidated walls. The two wizards faced each other, faces red with anger, determination, and exhaustion. No one was around to see this ordeal but that was the way of the wizards. Most never wanted anyone round to see a duel. The latin words they spoke turned into powerful magic that was meant kill. The old wizard spoke "It seems my friend that we are evenly matched. There was a excruciating pause and then the younger wizard spoke "It seems you have misjudged me... my friend" He put his hand forward slowly and said something in latin. His voice was intoxicating and deathly. His eyes changed from green to gold and he looked as if fire was surrounding him. He smiled and the old wizards eyes bulged. The silence was interrupted by painful screaming. The old wizard fell to his knees tears screaming down his pale face. "You... are... the... the... the... incari..." The young wizard put his hand down and walked up to the man. "What am I?" His voice had a trace of an accent. "The Incarian. The almighty powerful Incarnian." The wizard knelt down next to the old man and looked him strait in the eye."I don't know who that is you are talking about. But i know who I am. My name is Jake Marinson. Remember the name well old man." Then he stood up and said a few latin words and was gone.
but whatever. Good job, Snowheart!
wohoo!