I've been working on this novel for sometime now, I always get to a certain point and the writing ceases or gets hard to finish. Anyway, this is a fantasy novel centered around Dwarves, Elves and wizards. I will release a chapter a day most likely at this stage. Let me know what you think.
The Hold of The Grangil Curse
Chapter One - Make a Deal
Dwokin, The Dwarven King, rolled over clutching his chest, the warm blood oozing from his fatal wound, but the war was won. Dwokin forced a smile from behind his tangled, blood soaked beard, this war had been worth it, freedom to the Dwarves in this region was the prize, Man would not come here for the mountains treasures for many a year to come. But then Dwokin saw something familiar out the corner of his eye, a shimmering haired beauty, writhing in agony with an arrow in her left arm, his daughter, Felkin, Princess of the Dwarves and Heir to the Dwarven Throne. His heart sank and tears welled up in his heavy eyes, was his death to be in vain? His last legacy to the name Grangil, thousands of years of Kings and Queens, gone for freedom. Just then a sly whisper from a fallen Dark Elf, Ally of the Dwarves, said,
“I can spare her life you know, just one small price for her eternal life and splendid powers at her command”. Dwokin rolled over to face the voice and saw a gravely injured Dark Elf Wizard, Warlock of the Darkrun Woods.
“You surely would give your life for hers, for the continuation of your name Lord”
“Yes but at what price dark whisperer” He shot a tearful glance towards the Elf
“A price which is leaving this world as we speak, your life….” He handed Dwokin a vale of blue liquid “And my life also King Dwokin”
Dwokin took the vale from the hands of the Elf “And she will rule for hundreds of years?”
“She will rule and your line will succeed for thousands of years to come” with that the Elf drank the liquid and lay down, Dwokin drank the liquid down also “Join me my Lord, what treasures await us in the underworld”
Dwokin froze, he had just taken all the liquid, “Underworld? What?”
The Elf went stiff and rigid on the ground, then a great spasm of the entire body and Whoosh a great blue light rose from his body and to the sky, then the same thing started happening to Dwokin, he was frozen in time and space on the ground, slowly ascending towards the stars. He caught out the corner of his eye his daughter, Felkin, slowly rising to her feet and brush herself of as though nothing had happened. Just as he was reaching the highest of highs amongst the sky, he dropped and saw the Elf turn into a cloud of black smoke and drift among the bodies and then around Felkin and no sooner had he done three full circles around Felkin the Cloud disappeared into the ground below. Then Dwokin remembered nothing else for a while in time, one moment he was falling and seeing his daughters beautiful face, then nothing but black and emptiness, then a flash of red and he was underground in the deepest depths of this world, lava flowed instead of seas and Rocks grew in the place of grass, an ever eerie red mist hung were the clouds once were. There he wandered aimlessly among the dead, glowing mists of green but with facial features of their past life.
Back on the surface, Felkin was just brushing of what she felt to be a strong dark experience, one moment she was on the ground writhing in agony from a poisoned arrow from the River Elves, then the next thing she knew she was pulling the arrow from her arm and brushing the dust off as though nothing had happened. Then the black mists that encircled here gave her a haunting feeling, and she heard murmurings in an unknown tongue. Then power rushed over her, and she saw her father’s body lying motionless on the battle ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and an anger rushed over her. She felt an unnatural power rising up inside her. She surveyed the many hundreds of thousands of bodies that lay on the ground and spied the King of Angur, gasping for air, he raised a hand to her as he spotted her.
“Felkin, its over, let us make peace….”
“Peace!” she yelled in a terrifying voice, “You want peace now my father, King of The East, Lord of the Dwarves, has been slain on the field of battle?” She turned an aqua blue and grew in size, double that of the giants of Hurai in the North, “I will give you peace Angur, King of Nothing!”
She gazed down at him and thought of all the pains she would like to cause him and he screamed in agony, feeling his bones break one by one. Then he started to feel his skin being cut from his bones, searing pain raced through his body, then nothing, his head flopped to the side at an unusual angle and he dropped in a heap to the ground.
“Queen Felkin takes her reign! All in the East shall worship me and all the Giants in the North, The Elves of the West and the Men of the South. Orcs and Goblins, and all else that are not in the East shall fear my wrath!”