So, I'm currently in the process of writing a short novel set in Gielinor. It'll be the first in a series of three short novels. This one is set in Gielinor, normal RuneScape. The second will be modern day earth but in Gielinor. So phones, cars etc.
The third will be a distopian futuristic novel set in Gielinor.
This is a short teaser. Please give constructive criticism.
Introduction
Tentatively the shy young boy stepped into the dimness of the small candle. He sat. He didn't want to be here, he thought. In fact, he didn't even have any idea how he got here. That fact he found hard to comprehend, because he'd always made sure he knew every meticulous detail of what he would be doing, what he was meant to be doing, where and when, but the past few days had been a blur of pain, anger and disaster.
The metal door swung open and a guard clad in black armour next to the door saluted like a fool. He was just a boy too, an idiot. He had no idea what he was doing. Neither did Joe, though. The towering figure, ducking to walk through the high door, stepped in, slamming the door behind him and stepping forward, every footstep like a crunch of bones as his armour clinked and clunked. He was covered in black armour, too. But he had no helmet on. His armour was trimmed though with gold leaf around the edges, and a small, crooked dagger, like the smile of death himself, sat on his left hip, his gloved hand wrapped tightly around it. Joe couldn't quite make out the man's face in the dim light of the small cell he was sitting in. There was very little in there, it was more of an interrogation room, really. There was a wooden table in the centre, with a single candle on it, even the candle was black, dark, and gloomy, with two chairs either side. On the left was a glass panel, but it was too dark to see through. Probably someone watching me from there, taking notes, Joe thought. The walls were stone, making the place awfully cold, and Joe was wearing barely anything, ...
29-Jan-2015 19:46:43