The following is a small extract from a novel I'm working on, called 'reD.E.E.Mer'. This is half of the opening prologue. I am hoping to work on this and make it an actual book, but that stage is a long way off yet. Enjoy this opening snippet and look forward to me posting more of it in the future.
Luke
Luke
reD.E.E.Mer
The dragon swooped low over the DeemWarrior’s head. It was a fearsome beast, jet black in colour, with sparkling red eyes, that shone like the finest rubies. The deafening roars, as well as the jets of flame being shot from its mouth, made it a fearsome foe. The warrior watched as it swiftly turned in the air and headed straight for him. Thinking on his feet, he drew a small axe from his back and hurled it at the monster. It flew in a perfect straight line towards it, but was torched instantly in a bellow of flame from the dragon’s mouth. The dragon lunged for the DeemWarrior, who managed to leap to the side just in time to avoid it, rolling into a crouched position when he landed. He stayed crouched, weighing up his options, and then stood up, a determined expression written all over his face. He waited until the dragon came back to him. Wait…wait…now! In a life-risking move, he jumped and grabbed onto the dragon’s scaly leg, and hung on. The dragon was still flying, temporarily confused, trying to figure out where its foe had gone. The DeemWarrior climbed up onto the dragon’s thigh, then, stabbed a dagger into the dragon’s side. He lifted his foot onto the hilt of the dagger, then reached up and stabbed another dagger a bit further up. He pulled himself up on the second dagger then onto the back of the dragon, which had realised what was going on, due to the pain of the daggers that had been stabbed into its side. It flipped in the air so it was upside down, but the DeemWarrior held on, dangling in the air. Once the dragon was the right way up, he stood up on the dragon’s back and drew his Crucivix blade from its scabbard. He lifted the blade above his head and drove it down with such force it sliced the dragon’s wing straight off. The dragon roared deafeningly in rage and started to fall, flipping and turning in pain, doing everything it could to stay airborne. The DeemWarrior stabbed his sword into the dragon and held on to keep himself from falling off. He dared to look down. The ground was racing to greet them. In a moment of panicked thought he saw a huge black tower reaching into the sky. He armed his ChaynSpear and swung it in a circle above his head. Then, after muttering a silent prayer to his Gods, he thrust it towards the tower.
Luck was on his side. The chain zoomed towards the tower wall and the spear pierced the brick and stayed. The DeemWarrior leapt from the dragon’s back and swung through the air, landing on a narrow ledge on the edge of the wall. He watched the dragon plummet to the ground and smash into the rock spikes that stuck up from the floor like needles. The DeemWarrior jerked the end of his ChaynSpear out of the wall and put it in a scabbard on his side. He closed his eyes and leant back against the wall. The DeemWarrior started to shuffle along the ledge, looking for a way into the tower. He walked a few yards then looked up. There was a window above him. He turned cautiously on the spot then jumped and his fingertips caught onto the window ledge. He heaved himself up and smashed in the window with his fist.
[To be continued]
