NaNoWriMo: Day One
Not too shabby for my first day of writing. Admittedly, the last 400 were written after midnight. But hey, what can I say?
And 'cause I feel kind of proud that I'm actually getting somewhere with this, have an excerpt:
The world was on fire. The sky ablaze with flames of orange and gold as the dragon breathed upon the outer-lying villages. The ground shook with the heavy footholds of man as armor clanged, swords met in a furious battle, and women and children screamed. The young ones were frightened and shaking, the older ones protective and fierce. At the center of it all stood one man, his hands outstretched, not a weapon on him. His eyes were an empty black with no pupils or sclera, nothing but the darkness that welled up in them. From his hands, the darkness poured, a noxious gas that spread from one home to the next. The screaming escalated, the fires burned higher, the magic took hold.