This is a story I am writing. It's about a quest. This is the beginning, just to introduce the characters. Remember this is raw material, no editing or anything like that. Here goes:
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Űbel, there lived a king and his daughter,
Kalida. Now, the king was not a very nice man. He was greedy, rude, deceiving,
and most of all, foolish. But he was also a sad man. The queen had died ten
years ago, when Kalida was only four, and the king had loved her very much.
This was probably when he started becoming greedy, rude, deceiving, and
foolish. The worst of all of this was that the king taught Kalida in his ways,
which meant that Kalida was rather spoiled, proud, headstrong, and stuck-up.
She was also kind, loving, gentle, and merciful. This made for a pretty good
Malin was hoeing the potato field. He had been working since breakfast, and he was
pretty tired. He decided to take a break, leaning against the hoe. Malin wasn’t
a tall boy, about middle height. He had fiery red hair, all his fingers and
toes, and most of his teeth. But that was okay; a lot of people had practically
no teeth at all. His name meant “little warrior”. Humph, he thought, some warrior, all I am is a warrior of weeds.
Malin began the work again, going at it with renewed energy.
Kalida sat on her horse and waved to the passing people. She was a beautiful girl,
black haired with lovely indigo eyes. She was dainty as well, the very picture
of a princess. Some said she wasn’t really pretty, just charming. She liked to
ride around on fine afternoons, greeting her future subjects. On this rather
grumpy looking day, passing one of her potato fields, she felt she couldn’t be
happier to be Kalida, riding on her white horse throughout the lands. I’ll have to turn back before too long, she decided, I’m getting too far away
from the castle. A shadow passed
over her and she quickly looked up. A large black cloud was over the sun, and
she heard the distant rumble of thunder. All of a sudden a strong wind blew up,
lightning split the sky, and the rain came pouring down. Kalida’s horse reared
in fright; she felt herself thrown to the ground, and then all went black.
What do you think so far? Should I continue? Should I post more? What should its name be? Let me know your opinion.
Grace be with you,