Last night, I started writing the first chapter of Ecaria. Here’s an excerpt of what I’ve written so far:
“Narisa!” A familiar voice called out in the darkness.
A woman with long black hair suddenly appeared. Her dark blue eyes held a blank gaze as she stared at the brunette standing in front of her. White wings retracted out of the woman’s back and flapped once, allowing one feather to fall at her feet.
“Ismene? What are you doing here?” Narisa asked.
“There’s no time for questions! I have something I need to warn you about!” The dark-haired woman replied.
“What is it, Daughter of Rae?”
“Something bad is going to happen! An-!” Ismene began to explain but she was cut short when the sound of something exploding sounded in Narisa’s ears.
Everything melted away when she opened her eyes.
Narisa found herself staring upward at the ceiling of the sleeping quarters that the King and Queen of Ecaria had given her. She lifted her head and glanced around the room. Was that all just a dream? Why did Ismene appear in front of me? And what was she trying to warn me about? Questions filled her mind as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed. A moment later, she felt her stomach growl like a wild animal.
Narisa’s gaze fell upon a silver platter of food that lay on the small dresser sitting beside her bed. She reached out her right hand and snatched a red apple off the tray. As she bit into its skin, the apple’s sweet nectar spilled into her mouth and soothed her raw throat.
I have a bad feeling about today. Hopefully what Ismene told me won’t come to bear fruit one way or another…
Creeping slowly forward, her hand outstretched, Narisa grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. A ray of light hit her face, illuminating her tan complexion and rich brown eyes, as she stepped into the royal family’s personal dining room.
Sitting around a table covered with a white tablecloth were three individuals. At the head of the table was a man with brown hair streaked white in some spots and a full beard. Resting in the chair on his left was a dark-skinned woman with brown curls, sipping from a white and blue cup. Across from her was a young man with the same skin and hair color as the woman.
The young man looked up from his breakfast and noticed the Knight standing in front of the dining room door. “Risa, is something wrong?” He asked and gestured for her to sit down.
“It’s nothing, Prince Cespar,” Narisa replied while avoiding his gaze.
The young man now called Prince Cespar rose from his seat and strolled toward her. ” You’re lying, Risa. Tell me what’s bothering you.”