Chapter 12 countdown... when will it ever end?!!!!???!!!
AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!
Okay, I just had to get that out. So, I have the non Edmund part of Ch 12 of Beast done. Yikes, it's thirty pages of text just by itself. That's longer than any chapter so far. Unfortunately that is ONLY the non Ed part, and I know everyone has been wanting more Ed stuff. So, I am throwing it out there. Should I post the chapter as is? Or should this be a mega chapter and post it in a couple days when I have the Ed part finished? Whatever you guys want, let me know. I'll just keep writing unless I hear otherwise. By the way, here's a clippet.
“Peter!” Lucy gasped, pointing over his shoulder. He turned and saw what she had seen, and another oath left his tongue. More hooded riders, only these were closer, their swords drawn as they galloped parallel to the High King. The foremost turned his mount, taking it straight for the monarchs.
“Hold on, Lu!” he cried, lifting Rhindon in a defensive position. There was the crash of steel and flesh as they went shoulder to shoulder, man and King, horse and Horse. Peter managed to gain advantage and struck the man in the face with the pommel of his sword, knocking him out of his saddle. The Horse aided him by thrusting against the other animal, making it stumble and sending the man headfirst into the dirt.
“Your Majesty! Watch out!” someone yelled behind him, and Peter turned to his other side just in time to see a blade coming Lu’s way. It was too late to avoid it. Even though Peter grabbed the man’s wrist and caught the weight of the blow when the hilt struck his forearm, bending back protectively over Lucy, the blade still sliced across his torso. However Peter had chosen to wear a thick leather jerkin of Telmarine make and it protected him from the worst of the blow, leaving a dramatic looking but not serious cut. A Cat screamed furiously and leapt at the High King’s assailant, snarling and clawing as it drug the man from the saddle. Peter could have sworn the Mouse on the Cat’s back grinned at him before they disappeared in a pile of rider and horse and Animal. Forgetting himself, Peter dug his heels into the Horse’s sides, spurring it on. The Horse plunged ahead, using every ounce of speed that it had available.
“Should we fight?” Lucy called up to him, but Peter shook his head.
“Keep running!” he yelled back. “They’re too good for this lot to fight! Those of us with weapons will hold them off at the Ford.”
“But what about you?” she worried, clutching his clothes as the Horse ducked and darted out of the way of another rider. These riders were fast but the forest bred Animals were faster. “There’s too many!”
Peter didn’t have an answer, because at that moment the Horse had broken out of the trees. But instead of darting across the reconstructed ford, the Horse dropped its hindquarters and slid to a stop, its front end rearing from the momentum. The white of its eyes showed as it snorted in astonishment. The ford had been destroyed.
Okay, I just had to get that out. So, I have the non Edmund part of Ch 12 of Beast done. Yikes, it's thirty pages of text just by itself. That's longer than any chapter so far. Unfortunately that is ONLY the non Ed part, and I know everyone has been wanting more Ed stuff. So, I am throwing it out there. Should I post the chapter as is? Or should this be a mega chapter and post it in a couple days when I have the Ed part finished? Whatever you guys want, let me know. I'll just keep writing unless I hear otherwise. By the way, here's a clippet.
“Peter!” Lucy gasped, pointing over his shoulder. He turned and saw what she had seen, and another oath left his tongue. More hooded riders, only these were closer, their swords drawn as they galloped parallel to the High King. The foremost turned his mount, taking it straight for the monarchs.
“Hold on, Lu!” he cried, lifting Rhindon in a defensive position. There was the crash of steel and flesh as they went shoulder to shoulder, man and King, horse and Horse. Peter managed to gain advantage and struck the man in the face with the pommel of his sword, knocking him out of his saddle. The Horse aided him by thrusting against the other animal, making it stumble and sending the man headfirst into the dirt.
“Your Majesty! Watch out!” someone yelled behind him, and Peter turned to his other side just in time to see a blade coming Lu’s way. It was too late to avoid it. Even though Peter grabbed the man’s wrist and caught the weight of the blow when the hilt struck his forearm, bending back protectively over Lucy, the blade still sliced across his torso. However Peter had chosen to wear a thick leather jerkin of Telmarine make and it protected him from the worst of the blow, leaving a dramatic looking but not serious cut. A Cat screamed furiously and leapt at the High King’s assailant, snarling and clawing as it drug the man from the saddle. Peter could have sworn the Mouse on the Cat’s back grinned at him before they disappeared in a pile of rider and horse and Animal. Forgetting himself, Peter dug his heels into the Horse’s sides, spurring it on. The Horse plunged ahead, using every ounce of speed that it had available.
“Should we fight?” Lucy called up to him, but Peter shook his head.
“Keep running!” he yelled back. “They’re too good for this lot to fight! Those of us with weapons will hold them off at the Ford.”
“But what about you?” she worried, clutching his clothes as the Horse ducked and darted out of the way of another rider. These riders were fast but the forest bred Animals were faster. “There’s too many!”
Peter didn’t have an answer, because at that moment the Horse had broken out of the trees. But instead of darting across the reconstructed ford, the Horse dropped its hindquarters and slid to a stop, its front end rearing from the momentum. The white of its eyes showed as it snorted in astonishment. The ford had been destroyed.