I just wrote the intro to my first book, a fantasy trilogy project. It is a letter (or note) written by the character who will be the antagonist in the series, although I will have him as a POV character along with my protagonist. I'm just now testing the waters of fiction writing. I know I'm a good writer, but I'm not sure if I'm creative or interesting yet.
Let me know how you like (or don't like) this snippet and leave me any helpful tips/comments you have. Thanks! =D=D
I was supposed to be the hero.
It was my destiny, my… my inheritance. And he stole it from me. I was the light that cut through the darkness. I was everything they needed, and more. I have been beaten, shamed, and cast aside by those who needed me most. Accuse me of nothing – these traitors have forced me to do this! This was never my intention.
Their blood is on your hands.
This means war. None of you have any idea what I am capable of. I was meant to be your shield, your light, your eternal protector. My – no, I cannot speak his name – your king has ripped the pulsing heart out of my body and bestowed it on a lesser man. And by spilling the sacred blood of tradition, this man and all of you have committed the highest of all evils.
I will have my revenge.
None will be spared.
This is not over. Though time may wash over my memory and dust collect on the tragedies done here, I will wait, and I will remember. When the time comes , when the winds of change blow, I will strike. And I will have my vengeance.
I was supposed to be your hero. God knows what you have turned me into.
Let me know how you like (or don't like) this snippet and leave me any helpful tips/comments you have. Thanks! =D=D
I was supposed to be the hero.
It was my destiny, my… my inheritance. And he stole it from me. I was the light that cut through the darkness. I was everything they needed, and more. I have been beaten, shamed, and cast aside by those who needed me most. Accuse me of nothing – these traitors have forced me to do this! This was never my intention.
Their blood is on your hands.
This means war. None of you have any idea what I am capable of. I was meant to be your shield, your light, your eternal protector. My – no, I cannot speak his name – your king has ripped the pulsing heart out of my body and bestowed it on a lesser man. And by spilling the sacred blood of tradition, this man and all of you have committed the highest of all evils.
I will have my revenge.
None will be spared.
This is not over. Though time may wash over my memory and dust collect on the tragedies done here, I will wait, and I will remember. When the time comes , when the winds of change blow, I will strike. And I will have my vengeance.
I was supposed to be your hero. God knows what you have turned me into.