So: this is the exciting thing I promised you all yesterday! 🙂 I’m going to be posting a story I wrote a while ago on here, chapter by chapter. Below is the prologue. I will try consistently post every Tuesday (I think they’ll be 6 parts), but if I miss a day I’ll fudge and post it late (or early, if I see it coming). I thought you guys would appreciate that more than my skipping a week for the sake of regularity. 🙂
This story takes place in 2012, which was current when I wrote it! I think my writing style has improved: at least it’s more emotional; this seems a little dry when I read it now! 🙂 (which I did last night–yes the whole thing… at one time. I’m afraid you guys will have to be more patient.) They’re also longer now–don’t worry though, the story parts are longer than the prologue! 🙂
This book is dedicated to Spencer, who gave me the inspiration for this story while he and I were having an adventure in the woods. We were actually geocaching and I happened to be holding the G.P.S. so he called me his “navigator”–which you’ll see later in the story. Which I guess would make me the tech-savvy one–which is a great joke, as I’m helpless around computers without Spencer or Dad.
Thank you, Spencer; for inspiring a great (if a little dry) story and for all the tech-support you give us girls while Dad is at work. You’re awesome!
Special thanks also to my readers Savannah, Ariel, Skylar, and Jaidyn. I came up with this idea on my own, but their stories motivated me and gave me inspiration. Thanks, girls!
Now without further ado and probably-boring-for-the-rest-of-you acknowledgements, here’s the story:
The year was 1866 when grandfather Rothfuss found a gold and diamond mine only a mile from his home. But in 1867 a very large and terrible dragon called Grizzled stole all the gold and diamonds, and flew away with it to a place in South America called Bolivia. Traveling was very hard back then, and Bolivia was very, very far away, so the Rothfusses thought they would never see their treasure again, and Grizzled would lose it in the jungle, and it would never be seen or admired again. Were they right?