Drafts That Didn't Work

New Draft_1

This is a small collection of random half-finished crap I have on my computer. Tell me if you want something continued. I may consider it after I'm done with Demolition Lovers.

This story has no name. It's saved in my computer under New Draft_1.

I was seven when the wars started. When the Faye and the Mist People, with their ice like beauty and equally deceiving voices joined against the Forest People and the Elves, who resembled the forest themselves. When the Sun Keepers rebelled against each other and the Trolls became a side of their own. When the Giants took aim at the humans for hunting on their lands. 

I was twelve when I saw my parents murdered in front of me for loving each other. Because after the wars started, Mist People and Sun Keepers were enemies, and that meant they were supposed to hate each other, no matter what. My parents held on to each other, even when their blood splattered the ground.

I was fourteen when I slit the throat of my parent’s murderers. When I snuck into their camp at night, and slaughtered each and every one of them, smiling when their piled up bodies lit up when I put a torch to them.

This is my story. Because it’s not over. Because besides avenging my parents and siblings, I have one goal. I will stop the bloodshed. I will end the war.

1.LOST IN THE ECHO

“Fair people of Wolffort! I have tragic news from the Faye country. They have joined forces with the Mist People, and are declaring war on the Forest People and the Elves!” The people of our small town poured out of their houses as Kilo, our village Caller, told us the news from the World War Council. Momma grabbed my hand. She was from the Mist People capitol, Keehn. She was a Mist Person. Daddy came up behind her with my older brother, Callias, behind him. Callias was holding my younger sister, Gaiana.

“Kilo, what do you mean? There’s a war between the Faye and the Elves?” someone shouted. Momma looked scared. Kilo shook his gold head. He was part Sun Keeper.

“And they have gotten the Mist and Forest People mixed up in it. And with further news, the Sun Keepers have decided to rebel. The South Keepers are rebelling against the North, because they are not sharing the precious resources, and the South Keepers are dying.”

“What about the Trolls and the Giants? The Humans?” Daddy asked. Daddy was a Sun Keeper.

“Patience, Timaeus. I was just getting there.” Kilo said. “The Trolls are assessing each situation, and spreading themselves out accordingly, giving a certain amount of troops to the side of each war that they think has the right views. And the Giants have gone against the Humans because of where their hunts and village builds have taken them.” There were cries of grief and horror from the crowd. Kilo was almost crying.

“All of those in the Neutral Villages must leave and go back to their original places, where they came from. None of those on opposing sides can interact, or the agreed punishment is death of both parties.” Momma sobbed and hugged Daddy, letting go of my hand. Callias lifted me up and started walking back to the house, without Momma and Daddy. He stopped and turned to face Kilo.