I hope you liked the part of the prologue I posted. No one commented so I assume it was okay at least. I think this next, and last, part of it still needs some revision. But then again, I'll be doing that to the entire book eventually. Let's hope that I get time to write today! I also have this really good book that I wish I had read before development of the story. It has good tips for how to put characters together into realistic situations and dialogue. Sometime during the summer, I plan to do a write-a-thon, a point in time where I write the first draft of my book in 26 days. Yes, this will be different since I've already been writing since October (or something along the lines) and have a word count of 25,000 words in total for the two versions I worked on (17,000 for one and 8,000 for the other). Oh wow. I just realized that's half of 50,000. I've written enough for a 150 page novel. Wow. Don't think this is anywhere near over! For a novel to get published, a writer will end up writing something close to 1,000,000 words. Let's see... I'm 3% done. Yep. Four months worth of work and only 3%. I've got to get writing!
So, today I will post the other half of my prologue. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment on it!
The thought of that make him jump. Oh, how he loved to read the day away with pretty words taking shape in his mind as a moving picture prettier than anything that even the greatest artisans could conjure. He walked over to the window where the moon was shining it's rare lavender light upon the town.
Suddenly, there came a clatter of silverware and an angry shout from beyond the closed door. The sounds of someone yelling and someone yelping in pain echoed across the estate. The valloian managed to slip the papers under the sheets before the door was thrust open and a furious and tired he-dragon entered the room.
"Have you been sneaking out again?!" He questioned as he cased his dark-green eyes on the shattered glass. "You have, haven't you? Where did you get this?" He pointed to the bed.
"Get what?" His son asked innocently, making his eyes appear as big and cute as possible.
He lifted the blankets. "This!" He screeched, picking up the sheets of paper. "I don't know what this is but if you found it in your little get-away tonight I won't let you keep it!" He then threw them into the fire on the other side of the room, the fire greedily consuming the delicate writings like hungry little fish. "I want no more of this! You are part of this household and should act like it!" He then huffed and exited the room, slamming the door.
Soon Ritio came back in. The butler scooped up the glass particles with his bare hands. The boy quickly came to aid in the task, picking up the larger pieces and putting them in the unbroken half of what remained of the jar. "I'm not part of this family though...," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that Master?" the older dragon asked, rubbing the red welt on his cheek.
"Nothing."
"Your hands will get cut." Ritio reached his hand out to the dracling, but he drew away.
"Why should you have to do stuff like this? Why can't I work like you?"
"You are part of this household, that is enough."
The young dragon stood up and threw a toy in the fire. It burst in the flames, illuminating the child's pained and infuriated expression. His lips were curled and his sharp teeth glimmered. "No, I'm not!" He then flopped on his bed miserably with the burden his father had never lifted, only made it heavier.
"Now what is this?"
The child looked up sullenly. "What?"
"This. These parchments. They look... familiar. Master, you should come look at this."
Wordlessly, he took the scraps of paper that had survived his father's rage.
"My dearest must be... must be..." he read outloud.
Ritiro read over his shoulder. "That symbol looks charred. It looks like a name symbol. The twin dots at the top indicate so."
"But what does the rest of the sentence say?"
The butler took the paper and brought it closer to the fire. The dracling cringed, fearing the flames could consume what was left.
"My... my must be..." He scrunched his eye brows. "Must be kept safe."
The dracling blinked.
"Master, I can't decipher the name. I can't even tell if it's a person or a thing. It could be dearest, desert, beach, anything!"
The dracling shrugged hopefully. "We'll figure it out! Besides, there are more scraps that could tell us!"
"I sure hope so Master, I sure hope so."
