Novel Attempt #1: Another Ordinary Day
This is attempt number 1 on writing a story:
No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny nor glimpse his part of the great story that is about to unfold. A hard worker that is about to take part of a great history that will change the fate of Esio. He lives an ordinary life but he had no idea that everything is going to change… That young man is Alanis son of Guida, but he is known by the name of Alan among the people who knows him.
As Alanis’s mother says: “He owns his property, but can he manage it himself?!” He had an issue on managing his own firm, the Zulu Farms. See, the firm has lots of farms scattered all around the Thurain Rim which is basically the kingdom’s western border as the town is located in the farthest west side of the Kindom of Ijulia. And each farm is huge and being managed by a farm manager. Those managers sometimes lose interest of going by the company’s rules and so the corruption has lingered through the company’s top staffs. So not long ago, he let his brother Judiah to grasp the top management of the firm on his stead for his good managerial experience.
Alanis was a thin brunette man and short, but not very. He had lived a normal life just like anyone else. Known to be kind and compassionate, however, he does have few friends. He spends his time in the town’s library and visits his farms regularly.
Alanis live in a small simple home in the middle of Avgil Street next to their favorite tavern, the Glossip Inn. Most of their money goes to charity work and some of it goes to savings and contribution in building their town.
One morning sat Alanis and Judiah eating crumpets with tea on a rounded wooden table by a large window next to them sending some morning sun rays into the small kitchen of theirs. “It seems that we are advancing in our northern front,” says Alanis one day while having his breakfast with his brother, “Even though we have lost Numenion village last week, but it looks like we will get it back soon!”. “Not likely,” grimed Judiah after a while. “We might have the will to defend our kingdom, but certainly we don’t have the manpower to beat our enemy. All we can hope is that we can score up enough losses from those filthy orcs to stop them from advancing… or maybe even do enough damage to them so they’ll somehow stop the war. Having faith on our army is all what we can do right now.”
“Anyhow, I don’t think they will be able to go further than they have already done. The narrow hollow between Mount Kazham and Mount Rogan is well defended” says Judiah as he holds a tomato that is just about to be eaten. “Not to mention that the whole Durian passage is covered by archers and trebuchets in which were lately mounted on the sides of both mountains. It will bleed the orcs army if they dared to cross the passage!”
After a long conversation, Judiah went to his work like every morning and Alanis decided to go and check the host of refugees who came from the lost village. He went upstairs to his bedroom which was just beside his brother’s bedroom. He picked up his green jacket from his dress cabinet and went out. He noticed his neighbor Mr. Shabby as he shuts the door.
“Good morning Mr. Alanis. It is a lovely day” Says Mr. Shabby. “Yes it is. Spring indeed and I hope it lasts longer than usual.”
