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|Posted by [email protected] on January 28, 2014 at 3:05 PM|
Okay 6 days of flu and tonsilitis gone at last!!! Spent the day cleaning my home ready for spring and to be able to relax and concentrate on my writing. Still trying to upload my book onto Smashwords, thats been murder!! lol.
If you havent bought my first book yet...you dont know what your missing. I love fantasy and I love to write it, my first book is teh start of a great series, so far I have had some good reviews so give it a try.
Not much to report today but thought i would give the good news that i am feeling better...wel good news to me anyhow lol.
Here is a snippet of Realm of the Castles;
My name is Serenity and it is about the only thing I am certain of. Darkness dominates my life but it was not always like this. It’s cold and damp in my cell and what for others is a nightmare is reality for me. Torture, fear, pain, that is normal everyday life here. I was ten years old when I was captured but I thought imprisonment was for criminals but I am not a criminal. I was a young child when I was abducted so how could I be? What crime could a ten year old child perform that would warrant such a sentence of hell?
My captors are the criminals. No child should be subjected to what we have to endure. The sound of the cell door opening brings upon the feeling of doom for me and the other children being held here. The acrid stench of death surrounds us it’s a smell no child should be able to identify with. The guards have their own stench, a musky odour and I hate it, it makes me sick especially when they are too close!
As I said, life was not always like this I lived on a beautiful lush green island in the southwest part of the Emerald Ocean called Shell Bay. Tropical white sandy beaches and palm trees surround our island.
Shell Bay is a peaceful place with people who like us who farmed, fished or hunted. I spent most of my time on the beach when I was not learning or helping my father on the farm.
I lived in a modest house my family were not poor. That maybe why I have been abducted, until my parents had paid a high ransom but I cant understand why I have not yet been returned? Maybe my parents do not want me back.
I try to remember our house; we had a lovely cosy sitting room with a powder blue sofa and chairs. My father had rows of books on shelves around the room; he really loved to read. The open fire was so homely; I always like to watch the flames dancing in the fireplace. After staring into the fire for a while, I often thought I could see things: people, animals, and other lands, my imagination had always been great until now.
My bedroom was on the second floor. I had lilac drapes and bed covers, stuffed toys, dolls, carved wooden animals and books. I had everything a child could want.
Every mealtime we would sit at the table and listen to stories regaled by my father; he would tell us of how the Southern King protected us from the Northern King and the evil that hailed from within his vast territory.
My favourite story was the legend of the Sorcerers and their mystical Keep that used to stand within the North; and how it was reduced to rubble when the previous good northern king died. He told us how King Illumini, the new King had murdered his own father and had taken his throne. The North was never the same place, King Illuminis’ father had been a good man and loved his people, and his son however was not. He was evil; he turned a once prosperous land into one of sadness, death and slavery.
The six sorcerers were the most powerful people in our world; they controlled the balance of good and dark magic. However, they mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Before their disappearance: they were people of great importance and sought out by magicians and non-magicians alike for their unbound knowledge. No one knows what happened to them; they just seemed to have vanished without a trace. A lot of speculation surrounded the new Northern King, rumours of murder, torture and destruction. The Keep is now just a ruin and only wild stories remain about the fate of the sorcerers.
Our happy simple existence was never even compromised by the cold season, it lasted for five months, we were lucky that we never saw snowfall. A few smaller islands surrounded us and they also were home to good people like us totally different to the mainland which was vast, I never visited the mainland even though I used to dream of doing so.
The south of the mainland houses the southern castle and its lush green lands. There are villages dotted around and people lived in harmony with each other. A mountain range that is known to be dangerous to cross because of the terrain separates the North and South of the mainland.
Another of my fathers’ stories told of a clan of men who lived within the harsh mountains. No one knows who they are, where they came from or why they are there. People love to create stories about these men, and womenfolk tend to cling to the air of romance surrounding the tales.
What I miss the most is my horse Blaze she was my best friend, we had several horses, but Blaze was my own. The other horses were workhorses for ploughing the fields and taking the wagon to market so we could sell our wares.
I used to spend hours riding bareback around the fields, chasing my two older brothers and pretending we were soldiers. Rarely a day past when I didn’t play the hero soldier and my brothers the bandits. I would wield my wooden sword, slashing and imagining being the greatest warrior in the lands. I became very proficient in swordplay thanks to my brothers.
I miss the dense palm forest where I would climb the trees and await the arrival of my brothers, they would be searching for me after I had given them a good thrashing with my sword. I would wait until they were below the tree I had climbed and I would drop a coconut on their heads.
I long for my home as does everyone else held captive here in this miserable place. Happy memories burn in my heart, but memories are all I have now. My carefree innocence has been snatched from me, I will never get that back. All I have now is the slither of hope that one day I will be rescued and taken away from this dreadful prison.