So this is my first draft of my current project Winters Warming. As I just mentioned it is a First draft, I haven't yet fine tuned it so any grammar issues that slipped my attention the first time around will probably be on here, I apologise for that and hope you can look past it. (Even better if you spot any and want to give me a shout out that would be great.)
I'm going to do this post as you go so hopefully you will get as a minimum one upload a month, more if I stick on schedule.
I welcome all feedback as long as long as anything negative remains constructive, the more positive the better, as I'm sure everyone knows by now most writers are attention *hoarders* ( < I really wanted to write something else there )
There was a Book cover to join this but I cant figure out how to paste my image :/
First off here is my synopsis:
A story revolving around the four sisters of the seasons, Winter in Particular, and her journey to save the world from falling into darkness.
The four sisters are:
The book focuses on Winter, who, over the years has grown cold and bitter because of the isolated life she lives. She is jealous of her sisters and the happiness they have found in their lives, Springs level headed attitude towards everything and her assuredness in her direction in life. Summers pure enjoyment of chasing love and the elusive summer fling then finally Autumns ability to see the beauty in everything around her and pure outlook on everything around her.
Living alone in her barren castle Winter falls prey to the smooth talking Nightmare.
Nightmare, an evil man who controls the fear in the world, and revels in darkness wants Winter for himself. He sees her as his perfect partner and accomplice in creating a new world in which he reigns above all.
In a moment of rage, Winter reveals the last piece of the puzzle that Nightmare needs to make his plan a reality.
Horrified at what she has done Winter sets out to put a stop to Nightmare, finding an unrealised ally along the way.
The Huntsman, Holter, caretaker of land animals. The only man alive that can make even her icy blood boil.
It doesn’t help that he’s handsome enough to keep even Summers attention, and that his arrogant smile infuriates her about as much as making her stomach flip.
Setting out together to save the world as they know it Winter struggles to hide her part in the disaster, hide the secret visits that Nightmare is paying her in her dreams, and guard her heart unless she lose it to the wrong man.
Now here is Chapter One part One
(the longer chapters will be put up in halves so I always have something to upload just in case I drop the ball and don't get as much written as hoped.)
A Kingdom of ice and snow, that’s what I could see from the barren shell that I call a home, my castle of solitude, of loneliness. Full of empty rooms, there wasn’t even a mouse to creep along the walls. Just me alone here like it has been for years. I shouldn’t be surprised really, I am Winter after all, and who wants to spend time with the embodiment of all that is cold and desolate.
I should explain more, I am Winter Tundra, the caretaker of the season winter. One of four sisters, it’s obvious who the others are though isn’t it. Spring Evening, Summer Solstice, and Autumn Wind together with the help of the other caretakers we guide the seasons and keep the harmony of the world. It’s our responsibility to be generous and kind, cruel and brutal, you can guess who bares the most responsibility for the later of those examples.
However, once a year we stop, we gather and celebrate all that the world has given, a job well done. There is one caretaker nominated every year to host and prepare the gathering; you can probably guess by my lack of enthusiasm for it, that I have never been given the opportunity to be host to this magnificent event, However as I have already mentioned, who would want to gather in a kingdom of ice and snow.
Once again, it is Summer hosting the gathering, I can’t deny she does an amazing job, yet somehow that twists my stomach even more.
It’s always a huge affair, full of excitement and games, dancing and music, some have been known to last a week. Summer is particularly good at making the gathering so extravagant they last more than a day, not that I ever stay longer than what is polite, not since that, one time but I can’t bare to think of that anymore. It hurts to much, so I do what winter is best at doing, I shroud myself in ice so thick its impenetrable, metaphorically speaking obviously, and prepare myself to suffer another gathering of being unnoticed and unwanted.
Turning from the now frosted window I walk into my main living room, it must be one of the only rooms in the castle that looks habitable, cosy even if I do say so myself. Large walls of black stone with silver veins running through that glitter in the light from the fire, a grand fireplace decorated in carvings of snow bares. A fire blazed spilling out warmth to the room, illuminating even the darkest corners, making me want to miss the gathering all together and curl on the fur throws over the couch. Doing that however would bring Spring to my door step demanding answers, definitely a sisterly moment I would rather avoid, at any cost.
So instead, I don my thick travelling coat and leave my haven and prison behind.
The walk is brisk and I make good time, but then I’m breaking all the rules and using my powers for something other than my work. I’m sure I am not the only one who does, not that we would admit it to one another, but in general it’s a rather unenforceable law.
I can smell the bonfires already, the roasting pigs, and sweet pies; Summer prides herself on an abundance of food at her gatherings. It’s probably one of the only things I enjoy about going. I wasn’t that much further, but my pace had slowed considerably, dragging out the last moments before I have to join the festivities.
Stomach twisting and palms sweating I take a deep breath of the warm air natural to Summers Domain and step into the meadow.
I’m struck breathless at the sight of it, Summer had really surpassed herself this time, her meadow had been transformed into a wonderland. Hundreds of people gathered around the banquet of food, or dancing around the numerous bonfires dancing and singing. There was music to suit all tastes overlapping in a complementary fashion, from a slow melody to a fast dancing jig, entertainers moved from crowd telling stories juggling and singing. Lanterns of so many different colours were floating in the air giving the whole place an almost magical glow.
Hundreds of people enjoying the splendour, and yet, not even one of them had notice my arrival. Ironic really, not one of them has noticed I am here, but they would realise if I had never come.
Making my way through the crowds I find a place to sit a comfortable distance from the bonfire, on a fallen tree trunk I throw down my coat and sit on it, I look around feeling out of place and wondering what to do with myself.
I must have been sitting there a long time, I could feel my rear end getting numb, shifting I catch sight of him.
Holter the huntsman caretaker of all land animals, handsome and arrogant, the most infuriating man alive. I stood and watched him talking with Spring, bickering more like it, they weren’t more than two meters from me. It made my blood boil knowing that my own sister was that near and didn’t even register my presence.
Holters green eyes sparkled with mischief, his chiselled features complemented by the fire light, strong frame shaking with suppressed laughter. He was attracting more than just my attention just by standing there, he was like that though, women seemed drawn to him, animal magnetism.
Spring threw her white blond hair over her shoulder and jabbed her finger in his chest, some of what they were saying drifted over to me.
“Keep that mutt of yours away from my Pip!” spring said in her usual clipped voice. Mutt was referring to Holters rather large, extremely wrinkly, dog. More like guardian really, most caretakers had a guardian, an animal of some sort charged with their caretaker’s protection. They looked completely normal but had the ability to change into ‘true form’ a vicious and sometimes somewhat huge version of its self. Pip was my sisters’ guardian, a rather inconspicuous tiny little rabbit, which was currently sneaking up on Holters dog Budrick.
“Spring” I call closing the distance between us. I was ignored, the two of them just continued to bicker over their animals.
“Well, why don’t you get you poor excuse for a fluff ball to stop teasing a predator.”
Holter didn’t mean any insult to Pip, he didn’t have it in him to hate any animal.
Pip was dangerously close to taking a nice bite out of Budricks’ tail.
“Holter” I called trying again, without having any success at getting their attention. I was getting angry; I was no more than a foot away from them and didn’t even get so much as a glance.
“Hey!” I shouted a gust of ice wind circling the three of us. “Look.” I pointed at the two animals just as Pips jaws closed on an unaware Budrick.
Spring let out a squeak of panic and ran trying to catch a now sprinting Pip and the rather angry dog pelting after it.
It took me a moment to realise I was left standing alone with Holter, I hoped he didn’t see the brief flitter of panic that crossed my eyes, I took a deep breath and stood straighter turning to face the bonfire once more.
“So how have you been Winter?” Holter asked me, his voice a little deeper than usual, running one of his hands through his shoulder length sandy brown hair.
“Fine.” I replied simply.
“Look Winter about.”
“ We are never talking about it.” I cut across him sternly, turning to face him with an icy look. Hurt flickered behind his eyes, I couldn’t stand seeing it, I looked away again.
I walk away not knowing what else to do, missing the times when being near him was easy.
“You need a haircut.” I throw over my shoulder as a parting comment, his bark of laughter followed me as I left him there, and it almost warmed me.
So I really hope you enjoyed that looking forward to any feedback.