[APH-Alex]

Hey, one day, don't ask why, I felt like writing a book. Yeah, I know, one day, I feel like doing a lot of things. Anyhoo, what should happen next, and how is it so far?

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[ty8131990]

It's hard to write about domestic conflicts and keep the audience awake at least for me. You need a twist, then they came... or something

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Just paste it into the text box and post it lol

[APH-Alex]

Italics won't show in bbcode, I don't wanna go through the whole thing and put a bunch of 's. Btw, it's supposed to be some sort of kinda like 'Eragon' or 'Great tree of Avalon' type book. That's just the beginning.. duh

That's why I asked what should happened next. obviously it'll lead up to some action.

[APH-Alex]

Yeah started fresh, new plot outline, no more farm boy. Waja think:

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Aaron’s laboured panting was the only sound that could be heard over the faint whistling of the wind through the crevice. He trudged on, finding his way along the path down Mt. Eraptulus. The words that the oracle had shared with him a few moments before, useless as they seemed, still resounded in his head as if they were being, at that very moment, whispered into his ear. When all is lost, and hope is scarce, call the bird from up above.
What could that possible mean? When could all be lost and hope be scarce? It sounded like a mad mans gibberish. All of these questions formed in his head, creating a whirlpool of confusion. His uncle had sent him up Mt. Eraptulus to find some great advice to help them in times to come. But had trouble understanding how what he had learned would help them, even in the least bit.
As the wind blew small rocks around the gravel path leading down the mountain, and as birds circled from high above, Aaron was deep in his thoughts. At the same time he felt disappointed, yet scared. Scared of how his uncle would react upon learning what the oracle had said. Time passed as he ambled his way down the mountainside, then slowly nearing his cottage. By the time he had reached its front steps, the sun had set, and night had fallen upon their little village. Aaron thought, that just maybe, if he delayed talking about the oracle, that his uncle would forget and not question him. The at least he could have a peaceful nights rest before being forced to explain what had truly happened.

“I’m home,” exclaimed Aaron as he passed through the cottage’s threshold.
A deep voice from the corner of the room grumbled in response, “It’s about time you got your filthy rump back home.”
Aaron responded sarcastically as he took off his cloak and sat down, “Well if you took the time to get your filthy rump off of that seat of yours, you could have come up the mountain to see what was going on. And if you must know, I had an encounter with four mountain lions, who almost ate me alive.” He continued with his bluff, “No thanks to you, however, I managed to fight them off and make it back to this rat hole in one piece.”
His uncle curled his lips into what seemed to be a confused frown, and his brow tensed. He did not believe what he had just been told, and pressed for the information that he really wanted.
“That is a humorous tale, but enough with this nonsense. Tell me what the oracle revealed to you.” He bent over intently, eyes focused sharply on Aaron, awaiting an explanation.

It's got better formatting in the doc file.

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This post has been edited by APH-Alex: 18 February 2007 - 06:15 PM