alright. seeing this thread is very interesting to me, i would like to join. and to inform you to the upmost whatnot; ive only read the first two pages and the last page.
id like to participate as a writer.
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heres a first chapter of my mini series:
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Part I
Chapter One
Sands crawled up Mor's sandles, his light eyes gazed at the undesirable sun. To his hazy visions, he spotted a clear pond, even palm trees infact. Spotted lizards hissed at him as he walked pass, even to his knowledge, did he know, that it was just a mystery. To his eyes, there was a pond, but to his hands that felt the crystalline waters -- the bare salty sand.
How do I get out... I need shelter. He reconsidered.
Mors was a middle aged man, his gray light eyes looked exactly like his son's. Half balding, the man wore a decrepit fixture and to himself, he was young. As each stroke he strifed, it was barely the effort. His arthritic joints gave out, holding onto his cane, he he held his position on the sand for a short time, then collapsed.
"My son, where are you my son." He muttered under his breath. His mouth opened to let out a long sad sigh, gathering the sands around, he inhaled; he coughed. It was clear to him that he will never find his forgotten son in the desert battlefield, it was clear to him that this will be his downfall.
He gazed up slightly at the sun again, that was interpenetrating through his exhausted lungs. Then he looked at his worn out cane.
Has fate let me die here instead of searching for my son?
He rose again, his enthusiasm never gave out. But his legs did. Crawling against the sandy dunes, he searched for a bedded rock for shelter; but to no avail. Then a light cloaked figure, shrouded in darkness, appeared.
"P... Please help me." Mor said, his voice flat.
"I'll do what I can, elderly one." The cloaked figure spoke, he wore no face; a shaded horse appeared in the back.
"Who are you?" Mor questioned, again his voice flat.
The man did not answer but carried the old Mor to the carriage. The sun slowly drifted as they rode across the sand dunes of Mewlastone.
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