A new Dawn?
He had walked into the room as if he owned it, but the boy knew better.
He had seen the man before...
Wrapped in a wide scarf he sat in his corner, waiting.
He had waited for weeks.
Eventually the wounds on the surface had disappeared.
Just those on the inside remained.
He still waited after then.
Because she had promised.
The man stood in front of him.
Shadows and unearthly colored locks of hair covered his face.
"Stop waiting," he said.
"It has no use."
The boy looked up.
"She promised," he said.
"She shouldn't have done that," the man answered.
"She knew she probably couldn't fulfill it."
"Then why did she promise?"
The boy almost cried, for the first time in weeks.
The man gave no answer.
He stuck out his hand to the boy.
It contained an old, rusty arrow.
The boy took it, giving him a questioning look.
"She held this in her hand. Always carried the thing around for some reason... Take it," the man answered.
"Also take this."
He handed the boy a decorated, golden earring and a strange package wrapped in a linen cloth.
Tetien's earring... and what seemed to be a dagger.
Go back to the village, boy. Take in your rightful place, ask Pyr for help when you're in trouble. That fool always knows what to do. Get yourself a wife, or whatever. But don't forget to give the earring to Kiya."
He turned around and walked towards the door.
"And especially don't step in my way."
The man looked over his shoulder and shot the boy a wide smirk.
It was full of insanity.
He disappeared and exited the villa, to be away before dawn.
He rode his horse into the desert.
Someone once told a person's eyes could show their real intention, they could let one take a look in another person's very soul. Past the surface, one could always see a glimpse of an expression, a feeling, something telling a tale about the one they looked at.
This thief's eyes spoke of many losses.
And his mind was set on revenge.
...
I may be sounding really sentimental, but after the first chapter had been posted I was so happy to look at quizilla and see that five people had read it... It may seem childish now that number has risen quite a lot, but I'm still glad with every person who takes the time to read it.
After this start, I wrote happily on, letting my imagination run free. I had fun at first, but my experimenting and the fact I didn't have a solid plot did have some downsides.
It was around chapter 14 that I started to hate the story. It wasn't the way I had wanted to be, dragging around like a huge ass slug and besides that the non-Mary Sue vow went pretty much down the drain.
Somehow I still got myself to write on and after all this... it feels good I did. Even if I had set my goals to high. I did learn about a lot of things, not just writing. I got involved in quizilla's sometimes even dramatical 'real life' and that inspired me to write on. I wanted to prove I could write something too, even if it wouldn't be a masterpiece. (ah GOD! Hear me ranting like this! Sentimental c***! (yes I'll censor myself just for the sake of all those still somehow untainted souls))
Through all of this I hope that I still managed to stay down to earth... becoming cocky is quite a risk when people are praising you (even if there are only two of them, believe me! EVERY single reader still tends to take me way higher than cloud nine ^^).
Ah well
Thanks for listening ^^' Also, post any question, remark or comment. Flames are welcome too. I'm extremely cold and need to heat my butt.
Ciao!
*takes off hat, bows and disappears in a poof of smoke*
P.S. Oh, and no stealy my artwork capice? :P This may be a story about thieves, but that may in no possible way influnce my dear readers, heheh >:)
