Can’t… see… where I’m going….. Maybe if I sit still I’ll look wise
This is Menad, the second of Zela’s sons, as a boy, in what might be called a ‘school play’. Except they didn’t really have ‘schools’. A ‘youth play’, perhaps. He’s being the wise and sage character, The Raven. That’s why his hair is all around his head like a big poofy shiny black ball. This was inspired by a dream I had.
EDIT: I want to write faster, but I only really have time now to write in the evenings when I’m very tired. I get a little done in the morning, but it’s not enough to satisfy me! Ahhhhh : P
Anyway, I’m not super convinced by this battle, but it’s better than it used to be? Might rewrite this one eventually again. I had so many great ideas this afternoon but I didn’t have time to write them down in any detail, which disappoints me. I think the last two chapters will go well, though.
Chapter 7: The Black Shadow Chapter 9: A Grim Reunion
Chapter 8: Vortex of Strategy
Whizzzzzzzzzthunk! The ballista bolt narrowly missed Ceniro and Lyn, embedding itself firmly into a tree on their right. Splinters of bark flew everywhere, and Erk ducked.
Ceniro gasped, very glad to be alive.
“My lady!” Kent exclaimed, riding forward to shield them both from further shots.
“Speak of the devil,” Sain said, though his grey eyes were wide with alarm. “Deploying seige weapons… Lundgren’s serious this time.” Continue reading