I slept on it, and the next day wrote out the first 2,000 words.
For today I thought I would share this bit, from the first quarter of the story. Where our heroes are invited to stay at a magic school, because the headmistress and the piper have a history. It's a nice bit of rest after being attacked the night befor
This is from my first draft, very rough around the edges. Just to warn you.
Carey woke up Rand. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked around while waking up.
“Where are we now?” he asked.
“At a school,” Morvana said. “But now you are being invited to lunch.”
“Food, good.” Rand said. “Who are you?”
“This is Morvana,” Grail said.
“Okay.” Rand jumped off the cart.
Grail walked up to the keep with Morvana on his arm. Drake walked behind them with his mouth opened. It had been too many years since Grail had seen Morvana. He had often been assigned to her regiment when they had skirmishes.
Morvana nodded to some of the other mages as they walked into the keep. Some of the younger students giggled as they passed.
“The school looks like it's doing well,” Grail said.
“Yeah, it's the only thing that is keeping this area from being attacked. I think both sides are scared of me,” Morvana said.
“I never could figure out why you settled in Angiva.”
“The land was cheap, and this place was perfect.” She led them up the spiral staircase. “Besides, it's a very beautiful valley.”
Grail glanced out the window. Morvana was right. The valley did look very peaceful and quiet. The type of place you dreamed about retiring to after the army. Morvana leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You think I settled down, don't you?” she asked.
“You?” Grail chuckled. “You were the quiet one, the one we had to watch out for.”
“So what are you doing here?” Morvana asked as they entered a small dining hall. She waved to a young student. “Joyce, could you tell the kitchen to bring up a cold meat tray, please.”
“For how many?” Joyce asked.
“How many do you see?”
“Sorry.” Joyce hurried down another set of stairs.
Morvana motioned to a large table. Grail took the seat by the fire. Morvana sat next to him. Drake sat on the other side, staring at Morvana. She chuckled. “What is it?”
“Sorry, I just can't believe I am in the same room with Morvana,” Drake said, his face turning red.
Jena shook Drake's arm. He ignored her. She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“It's alright,” Morvana said. “I know what you are thinking, here is the great Morvana, the mage that help turn the Battle of Tracelin Grove. But I was only doing my job, nothing else.”
“But you cause the rout!”
“I was told to give any assistance to the seith corps as they tried to turn back the animated dead,” she said. “So I did.”
“You knocked out an entire line of corpses!”
“I put a hole in the ground big enough for them to fall into, the seiths blessed the ground and I covered it. They were trapped.”
“I was an army mage, nothing more. Besides if it wasn't for Grail playing the call, everyone would have bolted. He is the true hero.”
Grail chuckled. He pulled out his pipe. Morvana reached over to the fire and handed him a small piece of lit kindling. Grail used it to light his pipe. Rand had laid his head on the table and was snoring softly.
“All of you are minstrels?” Morvana asked.
“No,” Jena said.
“I just started,” Carey said.
Joyce came back into the room, carrying a large plate of sliced meat and bread. Morvana went over to a smaller table and brought over the bowl of apples and peaches.
“You all look hungry, so dig in,” she said. Morvana went over to the patio that overlooked the valley. Grail joined her.
“You were surprised to see me,” he said.
“No, I have a scrying orb,” she said.
“So why didn't you send us some help last night?” Grail asked, leaning on the railing.
“I wasn't looking last night, but I would have, you know that.”
“I know,” Grail said.
“You never answered my question. What are you doing here?”
“Heading to Dragonspring.”
“For what reason?”
Morvana smiled. “I think I know which one. I'm surprised you haven't gone before.”
“I only found out about it a few nights ago.” Grail reached over and pulled a piece of fluff that had fallen onto Morvana's hair.
She brushed her hand against his. “Well, I am glad you stopped by. Go join your friends, I have some business to take care of.”
“I would like to catch up,” Grail said.
Morvana smiled, “Tonight, after dinner, if you can stay?”
A bell rang in the courtyard below them. “I have to go. I will send a porter up to get you all rooms.”
Morvana hurried down the steps, her white robe flowing out behind her. Grail puffed on his pipe for a few more moments. She had lied earlier, he thought. The last time they saw each other she had to hurry out of his tent before the march.