My Book (its kinda long for a post)
If this being here is a problem, or there is another thread for this, sorry.
Okay this is my book so far...actually ill only out down about 3/4's of it.
Please, please, give some review. and possible names for the book.
Dark trees the color of shadows, infest the forest west of a small settlement in the country side. Within the forest a foreboding ominous air enveloped the entire region almost like a blanket over a bed of trees. Above, a full moon hangs like a silver mirror illuminating all that it sees.
It’s the dead of night in the Black Forest, but all is not quiet. In fact, the exact opposite is occurring in the Eastern edge of the forest.
“You know, Edward, this might be the brightest night I’ve ever seen.” Said Jacob; the city guard, on post for the entrance into the only place he’s ever lived, Fort Bernard, located North East of the Black Forest. “Oh shut up Jacob, all you ever do is talk,” says Edward, the second guard on duty that night, as he takes another swig of his favorite home brewed whiskey. With a stutter in his voice and feeling a bit tired, Jacob continues his attempt on making a conversation, his only method of staying awake. “But Edward, I’ve heard gossip!” This time, a bit louder, Edward starts to speak. “What! More ghosts and ghouls!?! Your mommy telling you ghost stories at night again? Ha-ha!” And this is followed by a belch that stunk of cheap liquor. “You know Edward you should lay off that stuff while on the job, if the shift colonel catches you again he’ll…” Edward tosses his now empty wine skin, but it’s deflected by Jacobs’s standard issue wooden buckler. “What! I’ll get fired? It’s not like we get a single piece of gold for doing this! Not even a bit of bread to keep us from goin hungry at night!” At this Jacob looks down in defeat, it is required for every male member of a house hold above the age of 14 to spend at least one night of patrol a month or pay a hefty fine.
As the night drudges on in the still warm summer air, the pair both begin to set down their burdensome armor and equipment so they could have some time to rest. 60 pounds of steel hit the ground with a loud clang that sent near by birds fluttering in all directions, everything from their helms to their gorgets that are meant to protect ones neck. Suddenly, and without warning, Edward looks up, as if something just caught his attention. He moves over to Jacobs’s side of the gate. “Jacob, psst! Jacob did you hear that?” With a role of his eyes Jacob rises to his worn out boots and tired feet. “Calm down Edward you’re just drunk.” At that moment, un-known to the two guards, they were being watched by the inhabitants of the Black Forest. “No, no, I’m telling you Jacob!” Edward readies his pole ax, a long, thick wooden pole painted black with a shortened steel ax on the end, in his right hand and reaches for the warning horn a short, hollow rams horn used to alert the town if there is trouble with the other. “There’s someone or something around here” They both hear a barely noticeable rustle and a fowl stench up wind of them, something that smelled of both rotting flesh and wet fur. Now Jacob readies his sword and shield, wishing he had spent the extra gold piece for a better weapon, A few feet behind the two men, almost as if the forest itself was alive, they hear the most blood curdling shriek, like lightning splitting a tree, so loud they dropped their weapons just to cover their throbbing ears-
“Zain, come on son get ready for school it’s time to go!” said Henry. A big burley rugged looking man with a wild beard and heavy eye brows knocks loudly on the bedroom door. “Were going to be late boy! Don’t make me come in there!” Zain yells back in an annoyed tone while hastily putting on his school uniform, black dress pants, polished dress shoes, and the school crest, an eagle holding a red, white, green and black flag. “I’ve been ready Henry! I’ve just been waiting for you to finish up!” “uhh, ow, ow, o God my shoulders hurt!” Henry throws open the bedroom door to reveal a fair sized bedroom with white washed walls, and a barely visible carpet. The mess in room could only be described as a natural disaster. A medley of dirty socks, shirts, pants, under garments and candy wrappers littered the floor and even a run down old mattress in the corner. The only semi neat area within the room was an old hand made book shelf filled to the brim with books of every size and color. With a sigh Henry replies, “You’re lying again Zain, and why don’t you ever call me dad? That is what I am after all.” “And I do sympathize with you on the pain, I know for a fact how tuff that old man is.” Since the third grade Zain has been attending martial arts classes Koryu to be more precise a much older form, and now 9 years later a shichidan which translates into 7th dan black belt a process that takes 15 years of training in an astoundingly short time of 9 years. In the nations competitions he ranks second place of a total of 900 plus competitors, all higher rank then him but in western karate it is not as culturally driven as in the birth place of martial arts where it takes 10 years or amazing skill to become a ranking black belt. With a smirk on his face because he realizes how much calling his father by his first name irritates him he replies, “Ill try my best to remember that next time Henry” With an irritated look on his face Henry replies “Hmpf…ungrateful little brat” With a questioning look on his father face he asks, “What took you so long to get ready for school any way?” As Henry crosses his over masculine arms he states “The usual, I presume, woke up early to read a book then lost track of time?” “Or even worse, never went to bed and stayed up all night?” Shrugging Zain replies