The first story translated into English and my tactician Ceniro collide in an unfinished half-scripted novelization.
EDIT: I first published these chapters in 2007. Having gone back to them in preparation for writing Anima’s Seal this NaNoWriMo in 2015, I no longer feel this first volume stands up and I feel no regret over completely rewriting it without leaving a copy of the original on my blog (that no one reads anyway : D). And hey, it’s kind of refreshing to be able to write chapters that are under 5 pages long, can you believe it??
EDIT2: based on feedback from my beta reader and the fact that I can’t sleep, I’m editing this fic so that it sucks less.
Prologue: A Girl From the Plains
The young man walked steadily on his way, striding through the knee-deep yellow grasses of the Sacaean plains. He was rather short, and his pace was unhurried. The sun beat on his pale-green cloaked back, and suddenly he looked around and narrowed his grey eyes.
He was being followed.
He gripped his staff tighter and continued on. Continue reading
