Amaron's Legend

[miradapurple]

This is a book that I've been writing, but I keep on Changing it! And since I'm in China, I dont' have my written part with me, so I'll just put down what I remember. Please give comments, but Feedback is more helpful. I need more ideas since one mind can rarely gnerate the intellegence of a group of people. Please also give HELPFUL critisisim.

Amaron's Legend

Prolouge: A Legend Born

Dark nights are for dark things. Especally on moonless nights, or in other words, the nights of the new moon and lunar eclipse. Tonight was the latter. The moon had just disappeared behind Earth'sshawdow, and so it would stay for the next few seconds. During the next few seconds however, something more magical than the dissapperance of the moon was about to occur: the birth of a baby boy.
This baby would be different from all others, though his apperance might seem normal. There was one alterance in his apperance, one sign that he would be supernatural: his eyes were a bright yellow. They shined like the moon had fallen into his eyes.
However, life given means life taken away. While the village where the child was borne in celebrated on a grassy plain, a group of animals that could be known as Death itself moved towards the commotion.
These creatures were known as Nightmares, Terrors of the Forsets and also Death's Living Messengers. A Nightmare possesed a terrible beauty, with the body of a horse, the legs of a lion, the tail whip-like, and the head a black, shapeless blod with eyes that burned like red-hot coals. Of course, the onyl people who knew that had died long since, enraptured in the hate and contempt shown in the eyes of even the youngest of foals.
The Nightmares leaped towards the plain, leaving dead trees and plants in their wake. When they reached the villagers, they were unoticed until a huge crowd of people were found dead. The mother of the baby was told to run and hide with her son, to go into the forest and nto to come out until all was silent.
The mother, ran, ran and continued to run until her feet were sore. She found a hollow stump were she hid her child, then she hid herself next to the stump.


The next day, The mother was found dead next to the stump, clutching her child who was holding a dagger in his hands, a dead Nightmare crouched in front of him. They named him Amaron, which was the name they gave to all reckless young men, all who had proved them selves before.

[miradapurple]

Chapter 1: Guided by the Wise
(still being worked on)

A hawk skittered through the air on a clear, cloudless day. A herd of deer stopped by a lake for a drink; a boy of about fifteen hunched by them. He pulled a dagger from a belt, and amid, ready to throw.

HE launched the weapon, and it slicedthrough the air, toward a young doe that had stopped a bit behind the rest. The dagger stuck, and the doe fell to the ground silently. The rest of the herd moved on, oblivious to their dead brethren. The boy waited for the entire herd to clear out, then swiftly dashed out of his hiding spot, and examined the dead deer. “Not bad,â€Â￾ he grunted. “Not bad at all.â€Â￾

He picked up the deer, and put it on a cartful of meats, which was being pulled by a rather grumpy-looking horse.. He walked down a worn, dusty path, and stopped to gather a few lettuce leaves that seemed to have grown enough to eat. With the cartful of food, he brushed past a few tree branches, to reveal a village midst the trees.

[Raimunchu]

amazing, i can't wait to hear more.

[EverLaster2]

cool baby! come on! give us more give us more!!! gogogo!!

[miradapurple]

Note how I havn't updated since AUGUST. Forget what I said earlier. you can scream at me that it's horrible, just say SOMETHING. I'm still working my way arong homework, though. >.<