Merancapeman
January 15th, 2003, 11:18 AM
Hey, i'm sorry if this seems like SPAM, but i just realized what i need help on with my book. A Villian. I'll tell you the situation.
Prologue
It was the year 1485, 2999, 3021, and a lot of places unimportant. This fantasy based book came from many fantasy inspirations created from whence I lay in bed and thought, “wow, that’s a good idea”. It begins with a young man named Mike, born from a former Mystick and his beautiful wife named Gwenno, Also born from her was Sage, trained of the arts and artificially grown. He was the first test subject of the magic of AIR, Accumulated Ionic Radiation. No one knew of this except the people of the future, for Mike was born 1461. His life was mostly spent helping around a castle in which he resided in, he had no home, not after his father was killed fatally with a wound in a chest while Mike was a little boy, he had no idea what it was that killed him, but he had an idea who it was. He sat atop the castle as the battle raged on in the distance, it was against the allied forces, and there was no escaping the inevitable. Mike had his ways of finding information this way and that, so he crawled down the castle walls from the vines and into the moat, he swept past the cold waters and mud and ran squish-squashing. Past the forest, past the legions walking in place, up past the thousands he sat. Watching his father fight, none of the soldiers could touch the blazing sword he carried, it was invincible. It was called some long name he forgot, but it could slice through everything, that’s all that Mike knew and thought of. He saw him fight every week. Every week his dad trained him, and all the time, his dad would say, “Practice makes perfect!” There were times when his father sliced his little wooden sword into splinters, but that was okay, his dad could carve him another one. He could always get a board and cut triangles out of it, which usually took three or four minutes. He watched his father die that night, when the battle was won. The reception was outside, and his father was on the grassy ground, Sage shot him, and that was that. Mike saw with anger that not only Sage shot him, Sage laughed. Sage followed his father when Mike pulled out his wooden sword and prodded Sage in the back, sending him to his unexpected fall. It wasn’t until 11 years later, Mike would become the man he never thought he could be, and had the enemy he thought he never could have, and had the highest adventure of his dreams that he thought he never deserved.
I just copied and pasted from my book. Your views would most definentley change of this book once you read the rest of the book. But i'm now at the part where Mike finds his father. I have NO VILLIAN. Sage is now a good guy. i have a side-villian. I need a very good Villian to last throughout my series! HELP!!!!!
Mike-please?
:(
Prologue
It was the year 1485, 2999, 3021, and a lot of places unimportant. This fantasy based book came from many fantasy inspirations created from whence I lay in bed and thought, “wow, that’s a good idea”. It begins with a young man named Mike, born from a former Mystick and his beautiful wife named Gwenno, Also born from her was Sage, trained of the arts and artificially grown. He was the first test subject of the magic of AIR, Accumulated Ionic Radiation. No one knew of this except the people of the future, for Mike was born 1461. His life was mostly spent helping around a castle in which he resided in, he had no home, not after his father was killed fatally with a wound in a chest while Mike was a little boy, he had no idea what it was that killed him, but he had an idea who it was. He sat atop the castle as the battle raged on in the distance, it was against the allied forces, and there was no escaping the inevitable. Mike had his ways of finding information this way and that, so he crawled down the castle walls from the vines and into the moat, he swept past the cold waters and mud and ran squish-squashing. Past the forest, past the legions walking in place, up past the thousands he sat. Watching his father fight, none of the soldiers could touch the blazing sword he carried, it was invincible. It was called some long name he forgot, but it could slice through everything, that’s all that Mike knew and thought of. He saw him fight every week. Every week his dad trained him, and all the time, his dad would say, “Practice makes perfect!” There were times when his father sliced his little wooden sword into splinters, but that was okay, his dad could carve him another one. He could always get a board and cut triangles out of it, which usually took three or four minutes. He watched his father die that night, when the battle was won. The reception was outside, and his father was on the grassy ground, Sage shot him, and that was that. Mike saw with anger that not only Sage shot him, Sage laughed. Sage followed his father when Mike pulled out his wooden sword and prodded Sage in the back, sending him to his unexpected fall. It wasn’t until 11 years later, Mike would become the man he never thought he could be, and had the enemy he thought he never could have, and had the highest adventure of his dreams that he thought he never deserved.
I just copied and pasted from my book. Your views would most definentley change of this book once you read the rest of the book. But i'm now at the part where Mike finds his father. I have NO VILLIAN. Sage is now a good guy. i have a side-villian. I need a very good Villian to last throughout my series! HELP!!!!!
Mike-please?
:(