Yes! a new post from ME!! You may now start breathing again. Of course this is the summum of irony since NO ONE READS THIS EXCEPT MY BEST FRIEND!! but hey, all the great artists were anonymous in their time. Its only after their death that people discovered them (... erm, comforting thought...). And people: modesty is SO overrated. Anyways, other than the fact I am unkown to all (shame, isn't it) I'm not complaining... just kidding, Moona. I'd rather you read this than a whole plethora of people I don't even know. Plus you're great for my ego as you leave wonderful comments on everything I write. As if my ego needed help. Right. On to the main attraction, I've kept you waiting long enough. This is the prologue of Truth Seeker. An idea I like very very much. Cool world, cool magic, if I do say so myself. And, umm... for Dark Dawn... I'll send the 100 pages to ya if ya want... but I kinda stopped writing it, though I WILL get back to it have no doubt. But still... its boring. Lol. When it gets less boring and I have more ideas I will start writing it again.
Anyhoo.
Prologue
“Tynan! Come out, come on, come on!”
A young boy rushes out of a straw hovel, runs towards his friend who awaits him impatiently in the middle of the field.
“Are they here?” he demands. “Are they here?” The youngster he speaks to nods enthusiastically, before running around her friend, seemingly unable to stand in one place.
“You betcha! They’re so big, Tynan, come on, you have to come see! They’ve come for the Selection. Tynan, Trevano Wingback is there!” The name is said with reverence and awe. Tynan freezes as an incredulous expression flies over his boyish features.
“Trevano Wingback,” he breathes. His companion jumps into the air and nods.
“I bet we’re gonna be chosen,” the ecstatic expression on her face goes dreamy. “You’ve got to be, you’ve got the Sense.”
“You’ve got it too,” argues Tynan. ‘If they don’t choose you then I won’t go,” he says in stubborn loyalty. The little girl giggles.
“We’ll both be chosen so it doesn’t matter. Now come on!” She grabs his hand and pulls him forcibly toward the little village just beyond the butte that rises above the field. “You’ve got to see his dragon. Her name is Chimera, and she’s so beautiful. I want a dragon like that. With all those pretty colors and jewel eyes!” She tells him as they run over the butte.
“You’re such a girl,” the boy exclaims, laughing. “I don’t care what color mine is. I want him to be the biggest, strongest dragon of all.”
At the word “dragon” a wary head rises.
“Tynan!” the brusque command stops them both in their tracks. A young woman rises from her crouched position in the wheat field beside the hovel, wipes away the sweat on her brow, looks up at her son. “Where are you off to, little goblin?” The boy smiles at her.
“Mother, it’s the dragons!” he explains, running down the butte, gathering speed as he flies towards her and launches himself at her waist, laughing ecstatically. “Please, please, please can I go? Please, mother!” His enthusiastic embrace nearly makes her fall over, as she laughs with him and caresses his curly brown hair.
“Tynan, there is work to do in the field for this winter.”
“Oh, please, mistress Eliesa, let him come with me!” the little girl runs down to them. “We’re going to be chosen, ma’am, I know we are! Please let him come!” She jumps excitedly up and down as she pleads with the last obstacle in their way to becoming Dragonniers. She doesn’t see the arrested expression on Eliesa’s face, or the way her arms tighten about her son.
“Chosen?” Eliesa repeats numbly.
“To become Dragonniers, Mother!” Tynan exclaims, tightening his embrace before letting her go to look up into her face. His expression changes as he sees the evident worry and fear in her eyes. “They’ve come for the Selection, Mother,” he adds, unsure of her reaction.
“They’ve come? They’re here? In the village?” Tynan’s mother demands.
“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful? Tynan and I are going to be chosen to be Dragonniers and we’ll ride the winds and save Seldon from orks and goblins and we’ll be heroes and become Knights of the Realm!” Eliesa looks over at her son’s companion, the bright stars in the child’s eyes.
“Oh, yes, little one,” she says gently, trying to disguise the naked fear in her voice with a smile, “no doubt you will be a hero. You shall do great things, I’m sure.”
Though Tynan listens to her encouraging words, he feels the fine shudders in her arms as she convulsively caresses his head. He tightens his arms around her, a frown shadowing his boyish features. His mother is afraid. He entangles himself out of her embrace.
“Nianne…” his friend turns to him expectantly. “I can’t go with you. I have to help my mother.” Nianne gapes at him.
“But… but if you don’t go… if you don’t go you can’t be chosen! We can’t become Dragonniers, and be heroes and protect the borders and, and…” At a loss for words, the little girl stares at him, horrified. He hears his mother breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
“Of course we can, nitwit!” he tells her, smiling, “but you have to go first. I’ll catch up later. I promise I’ll come, all right? But I have to help Mother for a little while. So just go ahead without me.”
“You promise, Tynan? Promise?” Nianne asks suspiciously. Solemnly her friend nods. “On two sticks and a stone?” she asks teasingly.
“Two sticks and a stone,” he answers with a pained smile, as his hand tightens into a fist at his side.
“All right! I have to go or I’ll be late! Hurry up, all right?” with no more guarantee than her friend’s word, she rushes off over the butte, turning around to wave before she disappears, laughing as he makes a face back at her before starting to run towards the village again. After she’s gone, Tynan turns to his mother.
“What’s wrong?” the child asks her, fierce loyalty in his eyes, wanting to protect his mother from whatever she is afraid of.
“Oh, my boy. So perceptive you are,” she sighs as she ruffles his hair. But her hands are still trembling. Tynan trembles with her as he feels his senses assaulted by her fear, her pain, and its underlying rage. As the wave of feeling tides over, leaving his knees weak and his mind numb, a flame of anger lights in his childish heart. She has used him, his gift, to make him feel what she feels, to make him unable to refuse her, for he cannot bear the idea of hurting her.
“Why can I not go to the Dragonniers? To join my father? To see Trevano Wingback? You don’t want me to go,” he insists, seeing her shake her head. Her denial fans the flame of temper. “You made me feel. Made me sense your fear and rage. You know you did!” Tynan argues angrily, for despite the fact that the boy loves Eliesa and would do anything to please her, she has just forbidden him his greatest dream.
Tears gather in her eyes the pain and sadness written on her son’s features. The young woman feels her heart bleed, knowing her child believes she has betrayed him.Immediately Tynan feels remorseful. Eliesa has been hurt, her heart has been broken too many times to count, and he is ashamed to have pained her once more. The boy hugs her waist again, forgetting his anger, forgetting his own pain, wanting only to comfort hers. Eliesa lets herself fall on the ground, holding him fiercely in her arms as she starts to cry.
“My son, my son,” she murmurs, kissing his curly brown hair, “if you only knew how much I love you. How much I want to protect you from all those that would hurt you.” She sighs, and a sob hiccups out of her throat. Surprised at the unelegant sound, the boy stills in her arms. His mother, so ladylike, so distinguished even when she is knee deep in mud, has hiccupped. A spurt of laughter escapes Tynan. He tries to restrain it, but he cannot help but render in to a bout of snorting giggles. As he shakes from laughter, he unsuccessfully tries to apologize to his mother for having ruined the solemn moment, but the effort of getting out the words through his giggles is too much. Lifting her head from her embrace, Eliesa tries to scold him, and seeing the helpless expression on his face, gives in to a smile through her tears and ruffles his hair playfully.
“You are an imp,” she accuses him, arranging him in her lap as she crosses her legs before her, but she is unable to keep her forbidding expression. He smiles up at her, and everything is right in their world once more. He sighs and settles contentedly in her arms, waiting for her to explain.
“You cannot go to the Dragonniers, Tynan.”
“Why not?” he asks, the slight edge of temper in his voice. “My father is Dragonnier. You told me so. I want to become a Dragonnier, too. And I’ll be better than him, and I’ll make him pay for leaving us here, for using you and never wanting to know me!” Eliesa’s mind reels.
“Who has told you these things?”
“Everyone, mother.”
“Those things about your father? But no one…” Tynan interrupts her.
“No, no one knows he was a Dragonnier. But they say that about Nianne’s father. He was a Dragonnier, too. And he got her mother bellyful and left. She’s never seen him since. I’ve never seen my father either, and we’ve always been alone. So my father did the same thing to you that Nianne’s father did to mistress Leanna, right?”
“Somewhat…” Eliesa hedges.
“I want to make him pay for hurting you.” Fire burns in the sea-green eyes. “I want to be chosen to have a dragon, and I want my dragon to beat his. To prove to him that I exist.”


So of course that's not it, the prologue isn't even finished and it sorta sucks, since its a little too "easy" I'll have to gove it a twist somewhere. What you need to know. Tynan is the son of the greatest Dragonnier and the most powerful traitor on the planet. Namely, Trevano and Eliesa. Talk about imposible love, smile. I've decided I'm gonna keep Eliesa and Trevano alive. It'll change from orphan heroes. That gets old. They might even get their happy ending somewhere along the line. Other things that are NTK, um, Tynan does become a dragonnier, somewhat, he cannot lie and senses dishonesty and malice along with people's thoughts if he touches them. I think. It might make it all too easy so I might take that out. But all in all; that's just about it. He gets a griffin instead of a dragon. Griffins being the symbol of truth of course and yaddi yaddi yadda. Are you bored yet? just kidding. Ah, well, my duty of the day is done and done more or less well, smile. I'm for bed. Ta!