I Wrote A Novel?! | #Snippets!

So….

Camp NaNoWriMo YWP 2017.

Which I……

Finished?:o

I actually finished something!

giphy

 

Credit

THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHT 2017 EMERALDPHEONIX. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

IMG_1136

Title: On the Wrong Side of the Bed

Total Word Count: 16147

Blurb:

Emryn Mathews is just a regular girl, as far as she knows. But when she receives an anonymous birthday present, everything changes. Emryn is sucked in to a crazy fantasy  world where unicorns are considered ‘normal,’ and magic is used in just about everything.

In order to get home, Emryn and her new friends must embark on a dangerous quest to find the Silver Stone and go back home. But someone is sabatogig their mission. Can they get to the top before it’s to late?

And I know that the very bad blurb is leaving you hanging in suspense, not so I’ll give you…

.

.

.

.

.

.

 

.

.

 

.

.

.

.

 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

SNIPPETS!

tenor

Credit

THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHT 2017 EMERALDPHEONIX. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Chapter 7: The Huntress

Emryn awoke in some sort of tent. Her arm was throbbing with pain. She had a horrible headache and was slightly nauseous.

She tried to sit up in the cot she had been laying on, but she immediately felt dizzy and feverish.

“Lay down,” a voice said.

It was a girl’s voice. It was warm and welcoming. The kind of voice that made you think of warm milk and a butter-covered pastry. Emryn immediately obeyed.

“Who are you? Where am I?” it took all her strength to form those words. The sound they had made sounded like it had come from a stranger. It was weak and scratchy and spoke in a  whisper.

“I don’t reveal my identity to strangers. For now you will know me as Kristina Kishalansky. I’m afraid I can’t tell you the exact location, but I can tell you you are at the R.S. base camp.”

“R.S.? What does that stand for?” She asked Kristina Kishalansky.

“Right Side,” She explained. “My father is of high authority in the R.S. military. ( you which level he is though. Security reasons.”) he got me a job here as a protector of the border of base. It’s kind of lousy. I only get fight Bierahs and rogue pixies.”

“That doesn’t seem lousy,” she told Kristina Kishalansky. “It seems frightening.”

‘Well, maybe for peasant like you,” she said. “but I’ve had this job my whole life. Nothing interesting ever happens when you’re border patrol for the world’s most pathetic base camp. I want to be a Right Side Soldier! I want to fight for my Side!”

“Why won’t tey let you in? Are you not good enough?”

Kristina looked offended. She quickly loaded her bow, took a millisecond to aim, and landed her target perfectly.

“Okay, not that. Why then?”

“Because I’m a girl,” she said angrily, firing at her target. She channeled her anger in to the force of the pull. The arrow split the previous one Robin-Hood-style.

“That stinks,” Emryn said, growing weaker with every word. Just one more question would be all she could muster.

After some careful consideration, Emryn decided to ask: “How did I get here?”

“As I told you, I am a part of the border patrol team for this R.S. base. Creatures like Beirahs, (scaly monsters with venomous fangs) have decided to work for the Left side. When they sense a Right Sider, they’ll attack.

“You were walking extremely close to base, where the Beirahs and most of the Left Side creatures mainly dwell. A Bierah attacked you. Thankfully, it was just a calf, so you’re just sick. A fully-grown one could’ve been fatal.

“Since you weren’t dead and where obviously a Right Sider, I took you here.”

It was a lot to take in.

“I’ll tend to your wounds, help you feel better, let you stay here and defend you on one condition: you help me get in to the Right Side army.”

Emryn had absolutely no idea how to get Kristina in to the army. But shelter and protection sounded really good to Emryn right now.

She nodded her head, and then passed out again.

Aaaand…. Snippet No. 2!!!

(In a previous chapter, Kristina revealed her identity as Amor.)

While the battle between the Right and Left Side Soldiers raged on back at base camp, Emryn and Amor had fled, Emryn tenderly carrying the unicorn and stroking it’s mane the whole time. The reason she had rescued it? Emryn didn’t know; the way the unicorn had just seemed so. . .so familiar had given Emryn a strange need to save it.

Then hit her.

The unicorn was the same one from the poster at her birthday party.

When Amor and Emryn had gotten to the point where they needn’t worry about the Left Side Soldiers catching up to them, they had slowed to a walk and Amor had told her the reason that the Left Side Soldiers had shot it was because it was one of the most magical and powerful Right Side creatures. . . an animal that powerful could definitely appear in the poster at her birthday party. But what did the wink mean?

Maybe she could ask it when it woke up.

“Kri–Amor?”

“Yeah?”

“Do unicorns talk?”

“Um, of course they do.” She looked at Emryn like she had just asked her if birds flew. “Why?”

“Well, I know this sounds crazy, but,” Emryn spilled the whole story. About the party. About the winking About the mirror. About Jeff. About the quest. About the dream.

“Wow,” Amor said, unsure what to say. “Sounds like quite a story.”

“Can you help me? I know that wasn’t part pf our deal, but–”

“Are you kidding? Of course I will! We’re friends now, right?”

Emryn was a bit shocked that Amor had called her her friend. She hesitated for a split second before she replied, “Right.”

They linked hands and walked in silence for a few minutes before Emryn finally decided to ask, “Why did you use an alias? I don’t think it was security reasons.”

“Well,” Amor hesitated, then took a deep breath and said, “Remember how I told you  that my father was of high authority in the R.S.? Well, he’s not.”

“What is he, then?”

“Dead.”

“i’m sorry,” Emryn said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Amor said, though Emryn saw her wipe away a tear.

“What happened to him?” Emryn asked, ho[ping she wasn’t making things worse.

“Murdered. By the Dark Lord himself. My mom died of childbirth. I am an orphan. The base took me in because they felt sorry for em, not because my father got me in. Border patrol is the job they give to pathetic little babies with nowhere to go, nothing else to lose. They let girls in the R.S. military, just not pathetic little babies. Like me.”

“I can’t believe. .  . I just assumed. .  .” Emryn stuttered before she added, “And you’re not a pathetic little baby. You’re a spectacular warrior! I saw the way you fought those Left Siders. I can’t even work this thing,” Emryn pointed to her bow ad arrows. which she was holding upside down.

“But you can work a Tracker. You’re magic is much better then mine, even though you just found out you had powers.”

“Amor, I haven’t even seen you use your magic. And I’m sure it is [insert term fro much better] than mine.”

“But I can’t knock someone out like you did.”

“Less of the I can’ts. More of the I cans.”

“When did you get so sappy?” Amor joked, though Emryn could tell that the pick-me-up had helped. “C’mon, we have a mountain to reach the top of!”

And one more cuz I spoil you marshmallows. 🙂

“It’s getting dark,” Amor said. “we need a place to stay.”

“Oh look, a hotel, right in the middle of the wilderness,” She said sarcastically. “What a coincidence.”

Amor glared at her. “That wasn’t funny. It didn’t even make any sense.”

“Well, we need somewhere to spend the night. And somewhere to tend to this unicorn.  It’s stirring a little bit. Plus, my arms are getting tired.”

“Wait, I have an idea,” Amor said. “The ouse where. . .where my father and I used to live is in a few miles. We could stay there. Plus, I think there might be some supplies in there, for you’re unicorn.”

“Thanks Amor. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Amor joked.

Are you excited to learn more about the novel? If you saw it in a store, would you read it? Do you think I  should self-publish it, after YOU Beta-read?

img_0817-1

Advertisements

14 thoughts on “I Wrote A Novel?! | #Snippets!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s