I have reached the stage where I can’t show you anything more from the WIP I usually use on these delightful Wednesday’s because of spoilers so from now on, I’ll give you exerts from the tentatively titled Rebellion Rising, a sort-of sequel. On the positive side, new characters to meet 🙂 As today is the 19th, here is 19 lines from the beginning of Rebellion Rising.
The sword sliced through the air towards Tasyn’s shoulder. He tried to block it at the last moment but left it too late to stop the sharp blade entirely. He swore as it penetrated his flesh. He refocused, knowing if he lost concentration for even a second he would end up on his backside in the dirt. Sick of being on the defensive and the frequent abuse of his captain, he went in for the attack, ducking under his opponent’s guard to stab his arm.
Without waring, he felt the hard ground beneath his back, the cold prick of steel at his neck.
‘If ya gonna be a smar’ass, at least preten’ ya know wha’ ya doin’ the captain smirked, proffering a hand to help him up.
Tasyn ignored it, snarling, he leapt to his feet, adopting a defensive stance.
‘Tha’s enuf, go cool down.’
Tasyn ignored the captain, his pent up frustration at everything from the bulling of his fellow cadets and the disgusting meals in the mess to his own inadequacy with any weapon other than a slingshot exploding as he went in for the attack. Before he could blink his sword lay in the dirt a full two metres away and his arm was twisted painfully behind his back.
‘I seh, tha’s enuf.’ the captain snarled into his ear with warm, fetid breath.
The captain pushed Tasyn away, much to his embarrassment. Tasyn stormed over to where his sword lay in the dust and snatched it up, giving the fence post a hearty thwack with the flat of the blade as he left the arena. In his voice he could hear the voice of the old shepherd on the mountain, dead these past eight winters, ‘You’re too angry, child. Channel your anger, control it or it will control you.’ So much for his wisdom and his stories; none of it mattered now.
A week prior, Tasyn had been waiting impatiently in the long line of young men eager to enlist. The fierce heat made him itch and he had finished his water-skin half an hour ago. Spruikers walked up and down the line, offering refreshments and other pleasures but Tasyn only had the five copper pieces he needed for the enlisting fee and the gods know, he did not earn it all lawfully.