Update (9/26/18): Mr. Scho here--I should have been more clear that this is the first part of the first chapter of a novel by Nate. If it's confusing, that's because the story isn't done. But what do you think? Do you want to read more?
7th grader Nate D. submitted the opening to a fascinating story he is working on. Click "Read More" below to check it out and comment below to give Nate some feedback.
The Brazen Bow
A human-like figure emerged from a gaping hole as black as death, focusing his life effort on getting as far away from the cave as possible. His wooden shoes clacked on the stone, blocking the chant of his creased trousers as he continued. He dared not stop.
Once he thought he could make it away, a dirgon of formidable size came charging from behind him with outrageous speed. The figure stumbled slightly as his feet curved unnaturally before landing at the surface of a depression. His breath was ragged, along with his stride.
He finally reached the edge of the precipice. The dirgon wasn’t far behind. Might as well take a look at this thing, he thought. One glimpse, and he stood on the edge, transfixed in horror.
Bloodlust burned in those eyes, moonlight slid off the thick black scales. It continued to lope towards him. He tried to turn backwards and run, but something held him there, nothing but the hairs on his skin moved.
It’s just a spell, break out of it.
He shook his momentary panic from his body, swaying from the sudden motion. His hairs still stood for a reason he couldn’t identify. But that didn’t matter, he wanted to know how to stop the dirgon. A fight might as well get him killed, even with magic.
He caught sight of a gleaming waterfall from his peripheral vision. It seemed to willingly command what to do. A command with which he complied.
He dove into the well of his magic and hurled it at the dark rock, creating a broad, high wall of silver flame. It covered the entire side of the mountain and could be seen for miles. Lightfire. One of the few types of fire that rapidly drained his magic and could bypass fire immunity and resistance.
The dirgon stood on its hind legs and roared.
He could make it away! He could escape death!. But the barrier fell.
This is no dirgon… this is-
Waves of lavender magic leaped from their mouth, forcing him backwards. He was left dangling on the cliff, supported by none other than his right hand.