Fiction Friday, Realm of Graphice Book One

So Nanowrimo came and went. This year I summed up and finished my first trilogy. Sorry I have delayed in posting on Fiction Friday over the past few weeks. Hopefully you all understand the amount of craziness that happens during Thanksgiving. My cousins from Indiana were able to visit, so that was awesome!Anyway, back to the blog post. 

For this Fiction Friday, I thought it would be fun to share something from the first book. In this excerpt I have a pair of friends named Ember and Samuel. Ember had been wounded previously when he was taken prisoner by the antagonist, Vashawn. After Samuel was taken as well, they developed a plan to escape. This is part of the escape scene, hope you enjoy!

Excerpt from, Realm of Graphice book one

Escape Attempt

“Alright, hang in there, Ember.” Samuel begged in a whisper as he wrapped the boys arm around his shoulder. He slipped his dagger in his belt and carefully, then gently he slipped his arms behind Ember's legs and lift him off the ground.

“Sam, is Luna going to be alright?” Ember whispered in a rasp up to Samuel.

Samuel held his friend closer as he neared the stair case, “She will be, Em. She will be. Just rest.”

He came to the first step and inched his way down, carefully pulling Ember's head in to keep him safe as they walked down into the darkness. He had gone down three steps and froze. A screech of metal against metal sounded above him. He slowly turned his head to look up in search of the noise. A knock to his head greeted him and he was thrown across the wall, falling to the ground where Ember rolled down a few stairs form his grasp. Samuel frantically searched for Ember but was knocked down once more from a dark form above him. He turned himself over quickly and flipped the dagger from his belt. He held it up at the oppressing figures above him and soon made out the features of four guards blocking off his exit up the stairs.

A torch came flickering up carried by another guard, Darren. He looked enraged and seethed at Samuel as he stared down on him.

“Quickly, tell the others to block them off at the tunnel.” he muttered to a guard close to him.

The guard bowed and turned to run, “No!” Samuel yelled desperately.

Darren pushed his way to the front of the group and stood in front of Samuel, “You fool.” he growled, “Your idiotic sister should be cursed.” he snarled. He unsheathed his sword with one hand while handing the torch to a guard behind him.

Samuel raised his dagger in defense. Darren chuckled with a sneer, while waiving his sword towards it, “Drop it, Sammy.” he muttered.

Samuel tightened his grip on the dagger and slid himself against the wall trying to stand. “When did my father elect a stable hand to be a guard of the Realm?” Samuel scoffed.

Darren's eyes were steal, “Drop it.”

Samuel lunged for Darren's chest but was blocked quickly. He gripped the blade of Darren's sword as it came flying for his stomach, he turned it to the side and twisted it struggling to free it from Darren's hands. Darren twisted himself and flipped under Samuel's arms causing Samuel to fall back. He turned and sliced the sword towards Samuel's knife hand but missed it causing it to only slice into the surface of his hand. Blood seeped through cracks in Samuel's fingers and hand as he clutched the dagger tighter.

“Not bad for a farmer boy.” Darren panted with a snarl.

Samuel breathed heavily standing in a ready stance, “Not bad for a begging stable hand.”

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So what did you all think? I wrote this section this past May. Oh! I have a new story idea swirling through my head. I am so excited by it! Be sure to check back here for some posts on characters, I am hoping to share some info about them! 

-Melody