Title, Miscellany: 58 words
Foreword: 489 words (COMPLETE)
A Sense of Belonging (Digimon Revival): 8847 words (COMPLETE)
Electric Parade (Unbound): 8745 words
Over My Head (World of Warcraft): 1124 words
??? (???): 745 words
Message in a Bottle (The Legacy of Agratana): 0 words
Letters and Numbers (Phantom Tales): 0 words
Moebius (The World Ends With You: TSG): 0 words
How Epics Are Born (Ys: Rebirth): 0 words
Long Way Home (Dragon Quest: Voyages): 0 words
Afterword: 0 words
I’m officially behind (I should be at 21671), but I sort of expected it for this week. Oddly, I’m still ahead of where I was at last year, and I should be able to catch up this weekend… so I’m actually not too worried.
I started a new story. I don’t know what to call it, and so far, it’s an original story that borrows an element from Final Fantasy Legend 3. I really don’t know what to make of it, and it doesn’t really fit in NaNo (much like Message in a Bottle), but hey, word count.
I’m actually going to post what I have in its entirety. Want to know what you guys think. I kinda like it, myself, and I’m just going to let the words guide me.
From: ???
Naril stuck her hands in the pockets of her homespun trousers as she made her way down the makeshift wooden boardwalk that led to the beach. It was a beautiful sunny day, a sharp contrast to the days of downpour they had recently received; some would argue that the rain was good for the crops and would provide life-sustaining water, but to the teenager, and the rest of her people, even a gentle shower could mean death to them.
The continent of Sagassa was the largest in the world, and thus the most populated. Despite the presence of humans, elves, and dwarves — all races set in their ways — countries co- existed in harmony; peace, not war, was the standard for hundreds of years.
No one thought of it when the waters started rising five years ago. Some claimed it was due to monsoons, other blamed the rise in sorcerous application in day- to- day livelihood. Within a month, however, it was apparently that the problem was more serious than it appeared when surveyors reported that the continent had shrunk several leagues. People began abandonning their homes as towns well away from the shore became flooded with sea water.
Each race handled the crisis differently, though their efforts were ultimately in vain. Humans attempted to use knowledge and ingenuity to discover the source of the flood, even going as far as sending out ships to attempt contact with other continents; however, none have returned from their expedition. The noble dwarves, masters of their underground kingdoms, were nearly exterminated as water seeped into their tunnels, trapping them in a wave of watery mud that wiped out their ancient relics. Even the elves, scions of sorcery and the arcane, were no match for the relentless tides, and they fled for the high forests, their timeless existence unable to provide an end to the rise.
Sagassa’s population diminished accordingly as castles crumbled and sank beneath the waters. A populous land of one hundred thousand souls, their numbers were drastically cut as famine and disease settled in. The lack of resources meant that simple, basic things such as bread and fresh water were rationed out in pitifully small quantities. Desperate for survival, people who had never known violence and war turned to attacking other settlements in an attempt to secure land.
A group of refugees found safety in the highest mountains of Sagassa. The settlement, aptly named High Pointe, houses roughly five hundred humans, elves and the odd dwarf, and with everyone’s cooperation, the land was turned areable and habitable. It was the last safehold on Sagassa, but if the waters continue their relentless rise, even High Pointe would be swallowed by the waters…
Naril watched the gentle lapping of the waves as they crashed against the rocky beach she was standing on. The reality that the very place she was standing had once been a high rock outcropping was at the forefront of her mind, and she was reminded of the rising waters no matter where she went.
As she had done every Sun Day since the founding of High Pointe, the blue- haired half- elven girl ““ the product of the loving union between her mother, an elven arcanist and her father, a human scholar who had perished with the rise ““ walked onto the beach, a handcrafted spear in hand. After locating a particular spot on the beach, a little into the water, she simply dropped the weapon, point first, into the ground, quickly retrieving it before the waves affected her measurement. She took a small grease stick and drew a line on the shaft where the water’s highest point had been.
“Any change?” A young man came up behind her, his hands also in his pockets. He had sun- soaked brown hair, which gave it a reddish hue in the morning light, and he was wearing similar homespun clothing that seemed to have been made by the same hand.
“Half a hand at most…” Naril straightened up, smiling sadly at the newcomer. “Good morning, Curtis. What brings you here this morning?” The two had become friends when High Pointe was established, and they came from virtually different worlds, they quickly took to each other.
“Just wanted to see how you were doing…” Curtis returned Naril’s smile. “And there’s something I wanted to show you. Do you have time?”
“Er… yes?” Naril blinked at the odd request…. it wasn’t like Curtis to be enigmatic.
Well, I like it. You’ve piqued my interest. ^_^