Hey, so my first serious story and if you have read my profile you will proboly guess what genre it is... Fantasy, Magic. U know the works. Anyway please enjoy and comments are always apreciated
The story is sort of set in a Alagaisia type of world. (If you dont know where that is read Eragon)
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Tristons POV:
Today' s the big day. After everything that has gone on. After all the land, all the riches I have Inhereted it all comes down to this last battle. Its not my fault thousands have and will die. No. Its my fathers. Well, was. It all started the day my father promised a treaty with an outlying Kingdom. A Kingdom that... well, has never been truthful or respectful but, at that time, we didnt have the resorces needed to run a Kingdom and we needed all the help we could get. That was before the Elves had agreed to accept out offer. But more about that later.
I'm at the age of 24. Some might say that that's a little... young to be running a Kingdom as big and fruitful as Acitir but I think I am up for the challenge. I have dirty blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. At the moment, I am wearing full body armor, prepared for the worst and the scars war can put on one person. I inhereted the Kingdom only a year ago, when my father died from an enemy magician, and from then on the King of Prieth, Leofrick, had been attacking the ever weakening lines of Acitir.
Im not going to lie, were loosing. Badley. Some say its me. And i would understand why. I'm young, unexperianced some might say. Others sugest its how my father raised me. But I dont beleive any of those predictions. I reckon its just that fact that Prieth have a better army than us. And by all means I would let them have Acitir, being king is harder than you think, but there is one thing stopping me. One thing that will always keep me going, even in the darkest times.
Bliss.
Bliss's POV:
The war had been raging on for a year now. Prieth have started then stoped then started to attack us. Everyone in the Hospital wing are grumbling how they should just make there bloody minds up. But I beleive that we will come out Victorious. No matter how people critisise Triston, I beleive he will send out armies and WIN!!!
I am an Elf. I have dark, murky, green eyes and brown locks curling towards my waist. My eyes are perfectly slanted and my ears are pointed. Like every elf, I have a special... gift. Some are born with magic, they are trained to be the magicians that are sent out to the front line of war. Others are gifted with the power to heal, they are trained to be in the Hospital wings. And some, like me, are gifted with the power to forsee the future. They arent trained for anything, they just get rushed to the queen when ever we have premonitions.
I supose I'm in love with Triston. I dont know really. I have never felt it before and when ever I ask some one what it feels like when you have fallen for some one they just reply with "You will know when you find 'the one' " Like thats going to help.
At the moment, I am helping out in the Hospital wing. The queen of the elves, Izlandi, told all the elfes, men or woman, who could fight to join the Knights of Acititr and the ones who are spell casters or magicians, as humans call them, also to join the ranks of Acitir. And the group that can do neither, that group which includes me, are then sent to different places that need attending to like, in my case, the hospital wing. I've got to admit it boring. I mean seriously boring. I am not gifted with the art of medicine so I am left, with a few others, to clean up the instruments and the blooded sheets. But if there is any reason, any reason at all, that keeps me going during the long hours of my shift is one tiny thought
Triston will succeed!!!
So thats my first chapter and I know its really bad and I have used alot of Eragon ideas but hey as some random dood said once
"Art is never compleatly new. There are always aspects of other peives of art"
Or something along those lines.
Anyways, as i said before, comment and fan
cheers
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