I'm quite serious on writing at least one book, and have it published one day. I don't have any intentions to "become" a writer, I merely want to see a book I wrote in stock one day, that would be my dream.

 

 

 

This book will probably take me a bit over a year to write, and I want it to be perfect, with no loose ends over the place. I have the main plot idea, and several dialogue sections scrapped away on my computer. During each month I'll just be merely putting together a skeleton of writing that needs to be fixed up every now and then to it's final version.

 

 

 

If there are any writers here I'd very much appreciate some critisism and ideas. Enough of the talking, I'll begin with the prologue now, enjoy. (Don't forget this is a skeleton of the final version).

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

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He moved stealthily, secretly, making no noise bar a few creaks in the floorboards beneath the carpet he was now making his way across. His clothes were wisely chosen, soft, tight and dark. He was a professional, he had to be. The pitch black night set the mood for what was about to take place this evening, in less than a few minutes. Because of this, he had to memorize the exact path he was now currently taking. A few steps forward, a few to the side. Precision was everything, and he had it down to a tee.

 

 

 

Thud!

 

Almost down to a tee. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the object from the floor that had just fallen from his back belt. He wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t too concerned, as the floor successfully muffled the noise. He was merely angry with himself, but he pressed on instead of thinking too much into the clumsy error.

 

 

 

Suddenly, he knew he was where he was required to be, right on schedule. Excitement filled his head, and in turn he felt his heart beat a little louder, a little faster. He quickly calmed himself down and focused on what he was now about to perform. He reached around to his back, producing a small object from his belt, the same one he dropped moments ago, and brought it in front of himself. The realization of a successful plan was now finally hitting him, there was no failing from here.

 

 

 

Sliding the stolen object under the door, a sly smirk came to his face. Tonight, there would be no possible way to discover who just got away with the biggest incident the world had ever seen.

 

 

 

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There is more to add, but it's all over the place. I can write up another section I put together, but there's a fair bit missing between the begginning and the section you are about to read in the next post. I feel I need to work for a fair while on the begginning of the story, and I'm not quite up to it yet.

 

 

 

So, in the next post, begins section 3 :P Section 2 will come later.

(((Part 1 ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ Introduce Dunhan, take a while, reflect on his past, explain his position as a mage, the fact that heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a gnome, etc etc.)))

 

 

 

Part 2 ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ

 

 

 

Dunhan was now in need of some serious sleep. The walk to the castle had drained him, especially considering he was already drowsy from the unappreciated wake up call. Where was he going anyway? Why had the head guard called for him, of all people? Had he been caught once again fooling around with water? He recalled a few years ago being caught by a guard halfway through his noble attempt to wet the houses of a few humans. His punishment was far from nice, a hefty damage fine on the house plus a disturbing the peace fine. Serves them right, he always used to say. TheyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll think twice before laughing at a four foot Gnome again.

 

 

 

Recently he has secretly been experimenting different ways to harness the waters power, with no real dazzling luck. Is this what he had been caught for? Dunhan shook the thought from his mind. CanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be, these matters donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t require a visit to the head guard. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s all done through mindless message boys, with a fine being passed on. So why had he been called exactly. Before he was able to think of other possibilities, Dunhan found himself inside the castle, the main courtyard. A few villagers were sitting around talking, some eating, others playing games with cards and small coloured balls. Nothing new really. The courtyard often attracted people from the village, admittedly it was a nice place to relax and meet others. Dunhan himself had been here many times, just to escape the noise from the merchants within his parts of the village.

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThis way, hurry up please.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

i like your dream of having a book on shelves but ask yourself this(i mean not flame)how many people know about rs,and live in your mailing or w.e. area(for books could get passed in stock and so on)and also would know about a book based on runescape and would buy it?

 

 

 

anyways this story or write seems excellent and i actually liked taking the time to read it.

Yes, you do seem to be a talented writer, but the Runescape Topic will make it less suitable for anything outside the forums.

 

 

 

Time to improvise? =P

Thanks guys, but it's not all based on Runescape in any way. Perhaps the word "mage" may strike a resembelence, but I can assure you people outside of Runescape are familiar with the word mage \