*Tries to step over the sword, fails, almost crashes into the wall. Sits in a chair and almost falls asleep.*
WAIT! No, I'm awake. I'm good.
Ahem, hello, Inklings. *Waves*
I saw everyone was sharing snippets. And I figured I might as well join in. So, here is a snippet from my NaNo book, DragonSlayer. It is a rough, rough draft. So it is choppy and full of mistakes, but I am too worn out to think of more editing.
I hope you enjoy it though.
Jack and her sardine, Nemo
He
knew the jagged peak was different, but not for the reasons he had
always been told. When he left home to chase dragons, the mountain
always came back to him, reminding him of all he had left behind. All
he had given up because of one lie.
The
mountain had no name, like so many other ancient things in the land.
It had stood when the island rose from the sea. And when the island
sank it would likely hold its head high, going down with an air of
majesty.
There
were other mountain peaks around Trisli's home, but none carried
themselves with as much grace as Trisli's mountain. Even though it
wasn't the tallest in the whole of the kingdom, it seemed to think
very highly of itself. In the summer it put on a dazzling display
with its array of rich grass and deep green forests. In the fall, its
trees donned the brightest, richest colours. During the frozen months
of winter it wrapped itself in the purest white of blankets. And in
the spring, when it looked its most friendly, only the most colourful
of flowers would grace its slopping sides.
The
peak seemed to think very highly of himself. However, this could be
excused to a point. After all, when one is so majestic and
commanding, a little pride is certain to follow.
And
while the mountain's pride could be excused and marveled at, Trisli's
own pride made him the laughing stalk of the village. No one ever
laughed in his face of course, they had far too many manners for
that. However, whenever his back was turned, the snickering would
start – which often is worse then getting mocked when one could
see.
