Back in 2010 I was starting to mess around with writing my stories and was working on my first novel that I was posting to Facebook and then onto a site a friend mentioned called Wattpad. I'm sure plenty of people have heard of the writing site where people post their stories and can get them reviewed by other writers.
I spent a few months on there and then forgot about it until yesterday when my daughter mentioned it. Logging in I found I had a story started there that I'd forgotten all about and must have written and post on the site. So I've made a document of the lost story and will see if it has the legs to go somewhere.
So here is the introduction to the story, with a little basic editing from what I wrote all those years ago.
Where the watcher now sat had been part of a great city in the time of his grandfather, that though was before a darkness descended into the great citadel. Soon after the darkness arrived the gates into the citadel had been sealed and then an evil began to spread out into the city. Before the snow even began to melt that winter the population that could decided to risk the freezing conditions rather than stay within the city walls. Thousands began to run for their lives spreading the stories of the horror that had come upon them that winter.
Now he was one of those chosen to watch the ruins of the citadel so he sat in a crumbling building, roofless and open to the elements on two sides. For hours he had sat staring at the mighty walls of the citadel that dominated the centre of the city. It was said that the evil that had destroyed the city still waited within the citadel, ready to again strike out and destroy the lands of men.
He looked up to the sun and then over the overgrown city, trees and bushes growing out of the crumbling remains of what had been the main city of this land. Within another one hundred years nature would again have full control of the outer city and only the great walls and the tower of the citadel would remain where even now no sign of a tree or blade of grass was visible to the watchers. With a final look at the grey walls of the citadel he began to move, he wanted to be on his horse and out of the great valley before night fell. Nothing living spent the night within the valley, even the wild animals avoided the place.
As he reached ground level he knew something was wrong, his horse stood rigid with it’s ears back, nostrils flaring. The great war horse was terrified, slowly drawing his sword he scanned the shadows knowing that nothing mortal would scare his mount so. His eyes were drawn to a doorway of a house that still held its roof. the interior totally dark, then he saw movement in the shadows. A figure came forward, cloaked but still staying within the shadows, careful to avoid the late afternoon sun.
"Mortal would you not like a closer look at our home? You do not have to view us from such a distance." The female voice was seductive and he felt the urge to go to her but overcame it. Holding the sword out between them he carefully moved towards his horse.
"I know your kind and what would happen if I was to wander too close." He answered, thankful his voice didn't betray the fear he felt.
"My kind?" She laughed. "Maybe I should come to visit you instead then, once the sun goes down."
Now it was his turn to laugh as he reached for the horses reins. "The wards still hold beast, no Vampyre may pass from this valley. You can sit within your walled crypt and starve."
He turned to his horse ready to mount up and ride away when an arrow flashed from the darkened doorway, taking his mount in the throat. The horse reared up before its back legs buckled and it fell to the ground.
"Do you think you can reach the wards before dark now mortal?" The Vampyre asked coldly.
He looked down at his dead mount and knew the answer, it was no.