Stuart Suffel
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So, I'm thinking of going with this as a short first chapter. Then chap 2 will be the Baddie's plans to attack the castle revealed, while commenting on the Elven messenger's warning of said attack. The chap 3 will be in the king's chambers with Melissa (Elven), during which the Attack itself will occur. Chap 4 will then be the original chap 1, but different. Howzatt?
Questions. 1/ Is my mention of the Keep correct physically / location wise, and is it capitalised correctly? 2/ Is everything that's happening clear (especially the roof scene at the beginning). 3/ Do you stop reading at any point before the end, and if so, why? 4/ Is there enough info in this for a reader to be interested enough in the characters, to wait for chap 3?
(Original chapter 1 is in a different thread)
Chapter 1
The giant swung his wooden sword in a circular motion with his right hand, then tossed it into the air. It cartwheeled backwards for a bit, then plummeted down towards him. He caught the hurtling sword with a deft movement of his left hand. He grinned and gave a brief bow.
“Groddan! This is serious!” Celia’s shout carried across the flat rooftop. Groddan’s smile vanished. He put on a more sombre face.
“Stand right back to the edge again,” Celia instructed. “And be more careful this time!”.
The giant retreated to the small wall which ran along the perimeter of the palace dining-hall roof, mindful not to stumble backwards over it, as he had done earlier.
“You ready?” asked Celia.
The giant nodded.
Celia rushed towards him with her spear. Halfway across the roof she threw the spear but kept running. The giant flicked the spear away and readied himself for Celia’s onslaught. The half-Elfin dived to the ground, scrunching her lithe frame into a ball, and rolled forward seven or eight feet, then leapt up onto the giant’s shoulder, landing feet first. She drew her dagger from her waistband and held it to Groddan’s neck.
“You’re dead, monster!”
Groddan offered a faint smile in response. Celia put her dagger away and flopped down on the giant’s shoulder. “What is wrong with you today?”
The giant shrugged, nearly throwing Celia off balance. He reached up a hand to steady her, but his body stiffened. He stared out across the landscape. Celia followed his sightline. In the distance a ball of dust arrowed towards the Palace of Rosserral.
“A messenger!” Celia exclaimed. “Groddan, help me down, please.” The giant did as requested. “Come,” Celia said, “no doubt another proposal of marriage from Lord Haffen for my dear sister. Ha! I wonder how she will justify rejecting this one!”
But the giant did not move. He continued to stare into the distance. Celia looked at Groddan, then out to where he was staring. Another ball of dust followed the first. The second was bigger and moved almost as fast.
Celia focused her attention on the first dust ball. It was just one horse and rider, but there was something unusual about the horseman. His colours. They were not Lord Haffen’s colours. She frowned in concentration. Neither were they the colours of her sister’s other suitors, Lord Horrag nor Lord Esserald. It took another moment. “Elven.”
Celia ran towards the rooftop stairs, descending them three at a time. The giant followed after her. Reaching the end, she dashed across the front courtyard to the nearest Watch. The post was empty. She whirled around to see Captain Tzeffan exiting the main Keep.
“Captain! A rider approaches. From the Elven!”
Captain Tzeffan gave a brief bow. “I am aware of that, Princess Celia. I have informed your father thus.”
“The Watch is empty?”
“We are not at war, princess.”
“That is not what I meant. How do you know of the Elven messenger's arrival?” Celia snapped.
Tzeffan's lips flattened into a tight line. “With all due respect, princess, it is my business to know these things.”
“Sister!” Celia looked up to see Princess Jasmine standing on the Keep’s balcony. “Leave such matters to our good captain, and his men. They have our full confidence.” Celia’s body tensed, but before she could respond Jasmine spoke again. “Father wishes to see us in his ante-room. Straight away.” She turned on her heels and disappeared back into the Keep.
Celia took in a short breath. She glanced at Captain Tzeffan, who nodded curtly, then moved off. She looked back up at the empty balcony. A noise caused her to turn her head. Near the castle gates, the giant was tearing off wooden stakes in two and threes, from a disused storehouse, as a child might gather daisies stalks. He then walked over to the Saldan’s stable, and with clenched fist, began to punch the stakes into the ground, blocking the stable’s open entrance.
The Saldan – a griffin who could not fly, poked its head outside the stable window and nodded, as if giving approval to the giant’s strange actions.
“Now sister!”
Jasmine’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Celia whirled away from watching the giant and stormed up the balcony stairs. Princess Jasmine was nowhere to be seen. Celia bit her lip, took in another short breath, and proceeded towards their father’s chambers.
Questions. 1/ Is my mention of the Keep correct physically / location wise, and is it capitalised correctly? 2/ Is everything that's happening clear (especially the roof scene at the beginning). 3/ Do you stop reading at any point before the end, and if so, why? 4/ Is there enough info in this for a reader to be interested enough in the characters, to wait for chap 3?
(Original chapter 1 is in a different thread)
Chapter 1
The giant swung his wooden sword in a circular motion with his right hand, then tossed it into the air. It cartwheeled backwards for a bit, then plummeted down towards him. He caught the hurtling sword with a deft movement of his left hand. He grinned and gave a brief bow.
“Groddan! This is serious!” Celia’s shout carried across the flat rooftop. Groddan’s smile vanished. He put on a more sombre face.
“Stand right back to the edge again,” Celia instructed. “And be more careful this time!”.
The giant retreated to the small wall which ran along the perimeter of the palace dining-hall roof, mindful not to stumble backwards over it, as he had done earlier.
“You ready?” asked Celia.
The giant nodded.
Celia rushed towards him with her spear. Halfway across the roof she threw the spear but kept running. The giant flicked the spear away and readied himself for Celia’s onslaught. The half-Elfin dived to the ground, scrunching her lithe frame into a ball, and rolled forward seven or eight feet, then leapt up onto the giant’s shoulder, landing feet first. She drew her dagger from her waistband and held it to Groddan’s neck.
“You’re dead, monster!”
Groddan offered a faint smile in response. Celia put her dagger away and flopped down on the giant’s shoulder. “What is wrong with you today?”
The giant shrugged, nearly throwing Celia off balance. He reached up a hand to steady her, but his body stiffened. He stared out across the landscape. Celia followed his sightline. In the distance a ball of dust arrowed towards the Palace of Rosserral.
“A messenger!” Celia exclaimed. “Groddan, help me down, please.” The giant did as requested. “Come,” Celia said, “no doubt another proposal of marriage from Lord Haffen for my dear sister. Ha! I wonder how she will justify rejecting this one!”
But the giant did not move. He continued to stare into the distance. Celia looked at Groddan, then out to where he was staring. Another ball of dust followed the first. The second was bigger and moved almost as fast.
Celia focused her attention on the first dust ball. It was just one horse and rider, but there was something unusual about the horseman. His colours. They were not Lord Haffen’s colours. She frowned in concentration. Neither were they the colours of her sister’s other suitors, Lord Horrag nor Lord Esserald. It took another moment. “Elven.”
Celia ran towards the rooftop stairs, descending them three at a time. The giant followed after her. Reaching the end, she dashed across the front courtyard to the nearest Watch. The post was empty. She whirled around to see Captain Tzeffan exiting the main Keep.
“Captain! A rider approaches. From the Elven!”
Captain Tzeffan gave a brief bow. “I am aware of that, Princess Celia. I have informed your father thus.”
“The Watch is empty?”
“We are not at war, princess.”
“That is not what I meant. How do you know of the Elven messenger's arrival?” Celia snapped.
Tzeffan's lips flattened into a tight line. “With all due respect, princess, it is my business to know these things.”
“Sister!” Celia looked up to see Princess Jasmine standing on the Keep’s balcony. “Leave such matters to our good captain, and his men. They have our full confidence.” Celia’s body tensed, but before she could respond Jasmine spoke again. “Father wishes to see us in his ante-room. Straight away.” She turned on her heels and disappeared back into the Keep.
Celia took in a short breath. She glanced at Captain Tzeffan, who nodded curtly, then moved off. She looked back up at the empty balcony. A noise caused her to turn her head. Near the castle gates, the giant was tearing off wooden stakes in two and threes, from a disused storehouse, as a child might gather daisies stalks. He then walked over to the Saldan’s stable, and with clenched fist, began to punch the stakes into the ground, blocking the stable’s open entrance.
The Saldan – a griffin who could not fly, poked its head outside the stable window and nodded, as if giving approval to the giant’s strange actions.
“Now sister!”
Jasmine’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Celia whirled away from watching the giant and stormed up the balcony stairs. Princess Jasmine was nowhere to be seen. Celia bit her lip, took in another short breath, and proceeded towards their father’s chambers.
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