this is all new for me, both the worldcloud and serious writting.
i would please appreciate it if someone took their time to look
at the first chapter of my book. i know its not good, its mean't
to create tention, it's purpose is to lay a trail for the rest of
the book. please feel free to be as harsh as need be
My lord” The deep rich voice melted back into the shadows, its
use gone. The only response was the incredibly loud veil of
silence. Even the wild winds of the eastern country did nothing
to penetrate the tensionous silence that filled the air. There
were no signs of human life, the usual stomping and squelching of
feet that was only normality in the castle could not be
heard.
Gradually some movement found its way into the grey stoned room.
A figure broke through the impeding darkness, a sharp noiseless
roar flickered the touches to life, the sudden display of light
showering the room. The tall man, stood in the middle of the
private chamber, looked around despite having seen the room on
several occasions.
A large black curtain draped the eastern wall, expelling further
light from the room and casting dark riveting pools of shadow.
The colour of the drape itself baited curiosity; if he hadn’t
snuck in earlier the man would have wondered what lay beyond it,
as always his eyes met the splendidly large golden chandelier
that hung in the centre of the room, unlit as it was it still
uttered marvel. The smooth stone floor was embossed with ink like
splats; by the large archway that was the door, two shinning
suits of armour lay dominant over the wall. If He hadn’t seen it
all before the visitor would have been surprised to see that they
were far from empty. At the far end of the room was a throne of a
chair made completely out of gold, its arms home to carats of
flat diamonds and rubies. It was complete with deep red padding,
on which was marked a crest, two crossed swords behind a
decorated shield. Resting lazily on the chair, his eyes staring
forward sat a greying man. Despite his obvious age and small
physic the man seemed to magnify an aura of untapped
danger.
The two men stood for a while as if playing a waiting game,
willing the other to give in. The supposedly empty suits of
armour clanked nervously. The Man sitting on the throne donned a
jewel encrusted crown, it did nothing to deter the other man,
evidently he was used to royalty no matter how intimidating. The
throned man reluctantly withdrew his searching eyes from those of
the defiant one. The silence seemed to get louder.
“Sintac” he spoke the word
with hate. Adjusting his position slightly he continued “I am
most intrigued to find out exactly what it is that possess you to
show your face here, knowing full well that it will result to
your demise. I’m sure my cousins across the ocean will wonder
what happened to their commanding general, as I’m equally sure
that when they discover your body excuse me that is when they
discover what remains of it, stamped with our great country’s
emblem they will no more mourn you than I will”. The voice quiet
as it was came out as a bloodcurdling jolt. The man obviously
Sintac stepped forward
letting his hood drop as he did so. For a moment his face was hit
the by a piercing sliver of light, his sharp features radiated a
bitter coldness, his neat brunet hair had been allowed to grow to
the tip of his broad shoulders. His teeth gleamed white, which
was unusual for a man of his age and military persona and
background. His brown robe fell to the floor in a shower of
dust.
The man on the throne blinked rapidly, working hard to hide his
surprise as he registered the arsenal of daggers tucked into the
straps of his leather shirt. Twisting his face into a mask of
hate, the monarch stood up. “My, my quite a collection, I take it
you’re never the kind to go off unprepared. In any case do you
think that your... toys will help you if I decide to call in my
men” He stopped in front of the commanding general picking up his
discarded garment, only to throw it back on the floor, sniffing
in disgust he made his way back to the padded thrown “Care to
explain how you came to be in possession of that particular
dagger” It was a question but also an accusation. Sintac smiled, it was a genuine but cold
smile the shadows cowered away melting even deeper into their
close confined corners.
“Ah your majesty, after the trouble I went to arrange this little
get together, I have to say I am most surprised by the welcome I
received, ridiculously your men had the idea that I was not
welcome. I suppose you had nothing to do with that nonetheless
you should see to the discipline of your men, your son especially
he seemed most adept realizing the error of his ways he gave me
this to make up”.
He turned the jewelled dagger in his hands vigorously
scrutinizing it. ‘It’s a pretty one this’ he admired. There was a
blur as the dagger left his hand, fastening itself slightly above
the short man’s head. Beyond pretence, the small head-of-state
fixed Sintac with pure as he
pulled the dagger free. ‘What do you want?’ The strange militant
shrugged it away with a roaring laugh. The kings face plunged
into an even deeper abyss of detest, no doubt thinking up
punishments for his suits of armour. Sintac glided forward grasping the
monarch.
“Your majesty, we both know what I want is not the question. Now
to business...”
