Sorryabout the heading, I needed your attention! Well, I have written a book, and I'm wondering what do you think of this little bit? Please honest opinions! And How old do you think I am? Early teens, Late Teens, Young Adult? Thank you!
Chapter 3 ( A bit )
The room wasn't big at all, like the one we stayed in last night. All it had was a small auburn wooden desk that was full of documents and paper work. And a huge fireplace that nearly took up the whole chamber. The chimney had a cold bed of coals that looked like it had never been lit. It didn't make sense, the room was warm but were was the warmth coming from?
I carefully but slowly made my way over to the piled up desk. A couple of books where scattered over the paperwork. One read; 'The Secret Amulet' On the front cover. The book was covered in dust, and it made it hard to read.
“Who are you!” I heard a voice shout.
My head jerked up, and I saw a man standing near the chimney, who wasn't there before.
He looked like he was in his sixty's. His creamed white beard stretched all the way down to his rib cage. And he wore a old dusty sepia brown cloak, that looked really itchy and uncomfortable. His Grey eyebrows drew together. “Well!” he demanded.
My heart raced, and pelted against my chest. What was I going to say? I have to idea why I'm here. No one told me!
“Uh- O-Oliver sent me” I stuttered. His face expression didn't change, he still had his eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes still rose with anger.
“Oliver?” he boomed. His voice deepened and got even more terrifying.
“I-I'm sorry, I have no idea why I'm here! I will be leaving now” I trembled. But before I could even reach for the door, he grabbed my shoulder.
“Just wait a darn minute!” He ordered. “Who are you!”
My hands began to tremble, and so did my whole body. “I-I am Alice rosemary” I said, hoping he would lower his voice. And he did, his pale blue eyes lit up aswell. I felt his hand jerk away.
“I am terribly sorry!” he bowed. “Why didn't you just say so?”
I was still scared of him, he had no right to yell at anyone. I feel sorry for the people who aren't going to be empress. “Its okay” I replied. It wasn't really, I wanted to scream at him and say it was not okay to yell at some one like that, but I didn't.
“Now, now. Come this way please” he said, escorting me to the fireplace. I yanked away out of his grip. Was he going to light me on fire?
“It's alright, I'm not going to harm you” he grumbled. It sounded like he had done this before.
His arm reached out and yanked at a sliver round knob, that reflected the light from the ceiling. It hanged above the chimney, replicating my reflection.
A piercing screech reached my ears, I tried to block it out by covering them up with my hands, but nothing worked. I stared at the chimney, which was now a opening, filled with dust, and dead grubs.
“Come this way my dear” he said, walking inside.
Without any hesitation I hurried in, ducking my head. A putrid smell drifted past my nose. It smelt like road kill, and the old dust made it worse.
The walls where stoned, that was once white, but now Grey because of the dust. The floor was nothing but filth, and living in the filth-well who knows, it could be anything- anything that I don't want to know. A light filled the dark tunnel, I realised it was coming from the end, it must be the way out.
And I was right, we entered into another room. Another room filled with book selves and a couple of chestnut wooden oak tables, that had amber colored chairs neatly circled around them. The room smelt like old musk, and it was allot warmer than the other chamber.
The old man ambled over to a blanched shelf, that was filled with chunky thick books, and dust.
“Okay, Now lets see what we have” he mumbled, flicking through some books. Every book he picked up, he grunted and tossed it on the ground, until he found the right one. “No” he grumbled, and tossed a bittersweet red book to the ground, where it began to pile up with the others. He grunted some more. “Where is that darn book!” he fumed. His voice started to get frustrated. “Ah! Here!” he beamed, as he snatched a creamed gold chunky book out of the shelf. The cover read; Black art. And had a caramel golden figure of a wizard holding a staff, as he looked into a deep charcoal cauldron.
“Black art?” I mumbled under my breath. His pale cerulean eyes met mine.
“Yes, it's a certain book that has to do with sorcery” he responded. “And I'm going to teach you”
My eyes brightened. “Your going to teach me?”
My mouth slumped open, I'm actually going to learn magic! This is the most greatest day in history!
“Oh, and that's not all” He said, going through the shelf again. Once again-he snatched up a murky black bulky book from the bottom shelf. It a couple of specks, and stains but other than that it looked like brand new. This time, the cover had a fig
a figure of a bright red dragon imprinted on the front.
A dragon? Why do we need a book about a dragon?
I heard him chuckling to himself, he knew I didn't understand. “ Young lady, I'm going to teach you how to fly a dragon”
My eyebrows rose. Me? On a dragon? A real life, fire blowing dragon?
The old man's sm
smile faded. And his eye brows-once again knitted together. “Y-you seem really calm about all of this.. Like you know magic already existed..”
I focused on what he had said. And he was right, I wasn't scared nor happy.. I didn't know how to reacted! “Maybe-Maybe its because I still don't believe I'm here” I replied.
His eyebrows rose, and his back arched. “What do you mean you don't believe your here!” he boomed. “Your standing right in front of me aren't you?”
“Y- Yes, but It seems also..” My voice trailed off. I didn't know how to put it. “Fake”
But 'fake' was the wrong answer. The man grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to a amber colored chair. “Sit” he ordered.
“But I-” his fiery eye's made me stop. I didn't want to argue with him.
His slammed the books down on the chestnut oak table. And sat his backside down on a chair. “Now” he said flicking through the pages. “Wait and see what I have for you!” he placed his brown framed glasses on that was dangling around his neck.
Chapter 3 ( A bit )
The room wasn't big at all, like the one we stayed in last night. All it had was a small auburn wooden desk that was full of documents and paper work. And a huge fireplace that nearly took up the whole chamber. The chimney had a cold bed of coals that looked like it had never been lit. It didn't make sense, the room was warm but were was the warmth coming from?
I carefully but slowly made my way over to the piled up desk. A couple of books where scattered over the paperwork. One read; 'The Secret Amulet' On the front cover. The book was covered in dust, and it made it hard to read.
“Who are you!” I heard a voice shout.
My head jerked up, and I saw a man standing near the chimney, who wasn't there before.
He looked like he was in his sixty's. His creamed white beard stretched all the way down to his rib cage. And he wore a old dusty sepia brown cloak, that looked really itchy and uncomfortable. His Grey eyebrows drew together. “Well!” he demanded.
My heart raced, and pelted against my chest. What was I going to say? I have to idea why I'm here. No one told me!
“Uh- O-Oliver sent me” I stuttered. His face expression didn't change, he still had his eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes still rose with anger.
“Oliver?” he boomed. His voice deepened and got even more terrifying.
“I-I'm sorry, I have no idea why I'm here! I will be leaving now” I trembled. But before I could even reach for the door, he grabbed my shoulder.
“Just wait a darn minute!” He ordered. “Who are you!”
My hands began to tremble, and so did my whole body. “I-I am Alice rosemary” I said, hoping he would lower his voice. And he did, his pale blue eyes lit up aswell. I felt his hand jerk away.
“I am terribly sorry!” he bowed. “Why didn't you just say so?”
I was still scared of him, he had no right to yell at anyone. I feel sorry for the people who aren't going to be empress. “Its okay” I replied. It wasn't really, I wanted to scream at him and say it was not okay to yell at some one like that, but I didn't.
“Now, now. Come this way please” he said, escorting me to the fireplace. I yanked away out of his grip. Was he going to light me on fire?
“It's alright, I'm not going to harm you” he grumbled. It sounded like he had done this before.
His arm reached out and yanked at a sliver round knob, that reflected the light from the ceiling. It hanged above the chimney, replicating my reflection.
A piercing screech reached my ears, I tried to block it out by covering them up with my hands, but nothing worked. I stared at the chimney, which was now a opening, filled with dust, and dead grubs.
“Come this way my dear” he said, walking inside.
Without any hesitation I hurried in, ducking my head. A putrid smell drifted past my nose. It smelt like road kill, and the old dust made it worse.
The walls where stoned, that was once white, but now Grey because of the dust. The floor was nothing but filth, and living in the filth-well who knows, it could be anything- anything that I don't want to know. A light filled the dark tunnel, I realised it was coming from the end, it must be the way out.
And I was right, we entered into another room. Another room filled with book selves and a couple of chestnut wooden oak tables, that had amber colored chairs neatly circled around them. The room smelt like old musk, and it was allot warmer than the other chamber.
The old man ambled over to a blanched shelf, that was filled with chunky thick books, and dust.
“Okay, Now lets see what we have” he mumbled, flicking through some books. Every book he picked up, he grunted and tossed it on the ground, until he found the right one. “No” he grumbled, and tossed a bittersweet red book to the ground, where it began to pile up with the others. He grunted some more. “Where is that darn book!” he fumed. His voice started to get frustrated. “Ah! Here!” he beamed, as he snatched a creamed gold chunky book out of the shelf. The cover read; Black art. And had a caramel golden figure of a wizard holding a staff, as he looked into a deep charcoal cauldron.
“Black art?” I mumbled under my breath. His pale cerulean eyes met mine.
“Yes, it's a certain book that has to do with sorcery” he responded. “And I'm going to teach you”
My eyes brightened. “Your going to teach me?”
My mouth slumped open, I'm actually going to learn magic! This is the most greatest day in history!
“Oh, and that's not all” He said, going through the shelf again. Once again-he snatched up a murky black bulky book from the bottom shelf. It a couple of specks, and stains but other than that it looked like brand new. This time, the cover had a fig
a figure of a bright red dragon imprinted on the front.
A dragon? Why do we need a book about a dragon?
I heard him chuckling to himself, he knew I didn't understand. “ Young lady, I'm going to teach you how to fly a dragon”
My eyebrows rose. Me? On a dragon? A real life, fire blowing dragon?
The old man's sm
smile faded. And his eye brows-once again knitted together. “Y-you seem really calm about all of this.. Like you know magic already existed..”
I focused on what he had said. And he was right, I wasn't scared nor happy.. I didn't know how to reacted! “Maybe-Maybe its because I still don't believe I'm here” I replied.
His eyebrows rose, and his back arched. “What do you mean you don't believe your here!” he boomed. “Your standing right in front of me aren't you?”
“Y- Yes, but It seems also..” My voice trailed off. I didn't know how to put it. “Fake”
But 'fake' was the wrong answer. The man grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to a amber colored chair. “Sit” he ordered.
“But I-” his fiery eye's made me stop. I didn't want to argue with him.
His slammed the books down on the chestnut oak table. And sat his backside down on a chair. “Now” he said flicking through the pages. “Wait and see what I have for you!” he placed his brown framed glasses on that was dangling around his neck.