100,000 Words

Hello,

Okay so FANTASTIC news!!!! I’m over 100,00 words for The Snowy Waste!!! PARTY TIME!!! so ya I’m soo totally excited! And I’m in such a perfect mood now that I thought I would share a scene that leads up to a big scene in the first book of The Final Thread Trilogy.

It’s during the campaign for The Dragon Empire…..

Fury built up inside Samjedabar’s chest till she couldn’t take it any longer and she charged into battle. Her blades swung in. Feron cauterized wounds on contact while Wreden slashed hot blood onto her with it’s ice-sharp blade. The blood only fueled her anger. Her Fa’Dor side relished in the blood and she felt her fangs coming out. She snarled and decapitated another enemy. Alone Samjedabar was turning the tide of the battle but her Elites were cutting a wide path of destruction alongside of her. Hot blood soon soaked her some was her own but most of it was from her dead enemies. Wreden came down and cleaved a daemon’s head like a melon. Blood and brain matter sprayed onto her face. A laugh broke from her lips. The exhilaration of the battle thronged in her veins. Today was the day she was going to die, but she as not leaving without making a name for herself in this fight. An enemies’ sword slipped by her defenses and into her lung collapsing it in one painful move.
Samjedabar looked at the blade in her side. She knew that she should be feeling the sting and burn of pain but she felt empty. As the blood poured out and stained her shirt the Drasdon took a shuttering breath. It was all pointless… everything was pointless. Why had she wasted so much time in this place where so many people hated her? At least she was at the end now. The end of everything that had ever meant anything. Blackness began to creep in to her vision. Then she remembered that there was a war raging around her and that she had a task to do. Even though she wanted to give into the enticing arms of death she shook her head and fell to the ground. Her hand wrapped around the blade’s hilt and she pulled it from her side. She could not leave this hate filled life yet.
Samjedabar looked around at the battlefield, her Elites were cutting a wide path of destruction. Out of the corner of his eye Faust saw Samjedabar pull the sword from her side. He stabbed his opponent in the neck and turned to run to Samjedabar’s side. “Milady.” He grabbed her under the armpit and hoisted her to her feet. “Are you alright?”
“I am fine Faust. Thank you.” Samjedabar said through the haze in her head.
“We can continue to fight if you need to make a retreat.” he said looking into Samjedabar’s eyes. He saw pain there. But there was also a fire burning there that told him she would not leave till she had killed The Herald, even if it was the end of her.
“No. I NEED to do this.” She said through gritted teeth.
“We can always assault tomorrow. You need not kill yourself when you can rest and be ready to go tomorrow.” He tried to pled with his Queen.
“No. It ends today or it doesn’t end at all.” she pulled away from Faust. “Best of luck Faust. It has been an honor to fight by your side.” she grasped his wrist and he grasped hers. “May Luck be with you.” she said before launching herself into the air.
Faust looked down at his blood covered wrist. Shock sank into every bone as he realized that he would not see Samjedabar again. Then he shook his head. He had to fight on. He could do this. So the Dragostean let out a cry and charged back into the melee that was raging.
Samjedabar flew slowly toward The Herald’s castle. Her vision swam and it was often hard for her to see if she was going in the right direction or not. Crimson dropped from her boot as the blood leaked from her wound and down her leg. Lifeblood was fleeing from her body. Yet it was not her time to go. Not yet. Just a little longer. After many long minutes of flying Samjedabar was on The Herald’s Plateau. She folded her wings and stumbled and fell to all fours as she hit the ground. Get up! she yelled to herself. Heal yourself. Now. A voice in her head said. No get up and go fight. You are as good as dead either way. Another argued. The first one won out for Samjedabar dropped a blue orb on her wound and healed it just enough to stop the bleeding. “And now I go to face my death.” she said aloud. And as soon as the words left her mouth a sense of calm settled over her and she was unafraid of what was to come.
The Drasdon got slowly and unsteadily to her feet. Then she started toward the front doors of the castle. Darkness greeted her when she hobbled into the empty entrance hall. Samjedabar staggered as all her sense seemed to fall silent, The Herald‘s magic was strong. She dropped another healing orb on her wound, her vision cleared and her sense of balance came back. Now she was ready to find Clewween.

I hope you enjoyed it…..

Laters,
T.V.