The church tower bell clanged, the raucous timber causing light
to flood into all of the dark windows of the town. Women and men called to each
other through suddenly un-shuttered windows, desperate to find out what danger
was upon them.
In the moonlight, two figures, moving in opposite directions,
slipped into the shadows of the great church building. Murmurs spread through the
windows. Piece by piece a message formed. "The princess has gone missing. No
one knows how and there's no sign of her." A young man slipped out of the
shadows, terror written across his face. He ran. Down alleyways, through
slim moonbeams, and yet still he ran. The other shadow moved until the light
revealed his face. Face tilted, he looked up toward the steeple and smiled.
I'm taking another one of my 'finished' stories that I wrote when I was younger and upgrading it. I'm about seven pages into the process, and it's kind of boggling my mind just how much the story has matured. I'm really hoping that this book won't take me as long as Redemption did, but I'm pretty commited to writing a little bit more every night. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
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