12-21-2006, 05:12 PM
I was in progress of this book..the stopped. I stared it again after the vote of what story to write. He is the intro, prologue, and part of Chapter 1. Please enjoy. (some changes have been changed from the original)
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Ramanda
*Note: This is during a "Mediveal Time Period"
PG for little bad language, and severe fighting
Introduction
There are unknown tales of an unknown thing known as Ramanda. Some possibilities is that Ramanda is a place, a lost city. It could also be a person, or a tribe. No one knows, but people always try to find out, and even the secret within Ramanda. Others think the evil forces are related to Ramanda in many ways or are searching for its secrets. The only thing proven, is that it or she was lost long ago, and no one knows about it. No known people who witness its mystery are alive, though Ramanda may not be alive either. If that was the case, the mystery would be what it was. Everyone and everything asks: "What is Ramanda?"
Prologue
Neo had long blonde hair that would hang down blocking part of his vision, raged tan and brown clothing, and brown leather boots. This was the average uniform of a hard worker. He works at the farm his parents left behind, and gets money from working at a blacksmith.
So how is this related to Ramanda? Read to find out.
Chapter 1: A legend with no prophecy
Neo woke up from his leather bed with the sun shining in his face. Though the temperature was barely cold, he was warmed up from the shine of the golden sun. He leaped out of bed moaning, and walked to the kitchen. He took some fresh pink ham from a pot and put some on a plate. In the center living room, he started a fire where deep black smoke had rose through the hole at the top of the roof to keep the smoke out of the wooden house and placed the plate with the ham on a racket above the fire to warm it up.
Whew he thought, warming up by the fire. I guess it is almost crop collecting time. I'm not sure if they are even ready yet, but autumn is on its very way.
After an hour heating his leftover cooked ham and eating it, Neo walked in a lazy manner to the garden that was on his farm to check the crops. Outside was clear of clouds, green everywhere and the brown path of dirt that people walked to get everywhere. His farm and garden took up only about 5 acres. Good size for himself, but too small for many farmers. But what could he expect? He had to take care of it himself.
Walking out onto the field on perfectly alined crops, he spoke he thoughts.
"Corn is still a little white, but has some yellow spots. And the tomatoes appear more red then green, and it looks like I can start growing squash very soon."
After briefly examining his crops, he walked out of the field and began to jog on the dark dusty dirt path to go to the post office to see if he had mail. On the way, he could see larger farms with much more crops and little more riper than his own. He also walked by Sham the donkey seller, Owen the meat worker, and Rodger the log cutter. They and Neo would always say hi to each other as Neo jogged to the post office everyday.
Finally, at John's Mail Post, he entered the large log building with the many crates and shelves behind the desk and counter, where John himself waited for permission for mail.
"Heyeah Neo," said John in his giant voice of english accent. He was a good sized man of 40, and had some good muscles...for a manager at a post office.
"Do I have any mail?" said Neo, though John knew exactly why he came.
"Er..let us see." John said examining the shelves under "N" and reading names in search of Neo. "I got a letter for yeah, but their is something inside it. That would be a carrin' fee of 5 cents ther'."
Neo examined the dusty envelope feeling something small inside, unkown of the shape or texture of it. "Sure...may you hold on a second please?"(no comma) and Neo wiggled through it pocket, taking out 5 bronze coins out. "This should be it," he said handing John the dirty money.
"Great. See ya soon," said John, walking to the back room after handing Neo the letter.
"Hmm, let me see who sent it," he wondered while examing the envalope. "Ja.." He was about to read the name of the sender when Owen the meat dealer rushed in painting heavily, putting his hands on his kness bending.
*pant**pant*"Ne...Neo" *pant* "Go to that...smoke over there...its your farm"
Neo got a shocked look on his face looking at the tall Owen without a shirt and thin black hair with a small beard."Damn..I better get back."
He rushed out of the post office running as fast as he could creating a dust trail from his tracks of the dirt path.
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There are spelling errors, but I will hire editors if I am going to continue this story.
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Ramanda
*Note: This is during a "Mediveal Time Period"
PG for little bad language, and severe fighting
Introduction
There are unknown tales of an unknown thing known as Ramanda. Some possibilities is that Ramanda is a place, a lost city. It could also be a person, or a tribe. No one knows, but people always try to find out, and even the secret within Ramanda. Others think the evil forces are related to Ramanda in many ways or are searching for its secrets. The only thing proven, is that it or she was lost long ago, and no one knows about it. No known people who witness its mystery are alive, though Ramanda may not be alive either. If that was the case, the mystery would be what it was. Everyone and everything asks: "What is Ramanda?"
Prologue
Neo had long blonde hair that would hang down blocking part of his vision, raged tan and brown clothing, and brown leather boots. This was the average uniform of a hard worker. He works at the farm his parents left behind, and gets money from working at a blacksmith.
So how is this related to Ramanda? Read to find out.
Chapter 1: A legend with no prophecy
Neo woke up from his leather bed with the sun shining in his face. Though the temperature was barely cold, he was warmed up from the shine of the golden sun. He leaped out of bed moaning, and walked to the kitchen. He took some fresh pink ham from a pot and put some on a plate. In the center living room, he started a fire where deep black smoke had rose through the hole at the top of the roof to keep the smoke out of the wooden house and placed the plate with the ham on a racket above the fire to warm it up.
Whew he thought, warming up by the fire. I guess it is almost crop collecting time. I'm not sure if they are even ready yet, but autumn is on its very way.
After an hour heating his leftover cooked ham and eating it, Neo walked in a lazy manner to the garden that was on his farm to check the crops. Outside was clear of clouds, green everywhere and the brown path of dirt that people walked to get everywhere. His farm and garden took up only about 5 acres. Good size for himself, but too small for many farmers. But what could he expect? He had to take care of it himself.
Walking out onto the field on perfectly alined crops, he spoke he thoughts.
"Corn is still a little white, but has some yellow spots. And the tomatoes appear more red then green, and it looks like I can start growing squash very soon."
After briefly examining his crops, he walked out of the field and began to jog on the dark dusty dirt path to go to the post office to see if he had mail. On the way, he could see larger farms with much more crops and little more riper than his own. He also walked by Sham the donkey seller, Owen the meat worker, and Rodger the log cutter. They and Neo would always say hi to each other as Neo jogged to the post office everyday.
Finally, at John's Mail Post, he entered the large log building with the many crates and shelves behind the desk and counter, where John himself waited for permission for mail.
"Heyeah Neo," said John in his giant voice of english accent. He was a good sized man of 40, and had some good muscles...for a manager at a post office.
"Do I have any mail?" said Neo, though John knew exactly why he came.
"Er..let us see." John said examining the shelves under "N" and reading names in search of Neo. "I got a letter for yeah, but their is something inside it. That would be a carrin' fee of 5 cents ther'."
Neo examined the dusty envelope feeling something small inside, unkown of the shape or texture of it. "Sure...may you hold on a second please?"(no comma) and Neo wiggled through it pocket, taking out 5 bronze coins out. "This should be it," he said handing John the dirty money.
"Great. See ya soon," said John, walking to the back room after handing Neo the letter.
"Hmm, let me see who sent it," he wondered while examing the envalope. "Ja.." He was about to read the name of the sender when Owen the meat dealer rushed in painting heavily, putting his hands on his kness bending.
*pant**pant*"Ne...Neo" *pant* "Go to that...smoke over there...its your farm"
Neo got a shocked look on his face looking at the tall Owen without a shirt and thin black hair with a small beard."Damn..I better get back."
He rushed out of the post office running as fast as he could creating a dust trail from his tracks of the dirt path.
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There are spelling errors, but I will hire editors if I am going to continue this story.