I am posting my second page, since a few of you asked to see it.
Same rules apply: be honest and let me have it.
1: would you turn the page?
Thx for all you do for me.
End of first page:
He’s here; time to put my plan into action.
Tristan ran to his bed and double checked his decoy, (some dirty clothes and an extra pillow) making sure it gave the appearance he was sleeping. Satisfied, he crouched behind a wooden clothes trunk next to his bed.
The door creaked open. A sliver of light revealed a shadow moving towards the bed. Tristan crouched even lower, worrying that his head would be visible over the trunk; his heart pounded so hard that it pulsed in his ears. He tried to calm his breathing by slowly exhaling.
Time ceased to exist. Every drop of sweat hitting the floor marked an eternity. Remembering his mistake from last time, he eased the two daggers from their leather sheaths; Tristan wasn’t going to make any noise and reveal his position, as he had done before. He watched the shadow grow as his father crept closer.
The shadow leaped forward, and whipped the decoy with a belt. While his father throttled the pillows that should have been him, Tristan pulled on a string yanking his closet door open. His father glanced in that direction. Tristan attacked, lunging at his father’s exposed back. He came down with an over hand blow, visualizing the dagger sinking into his father’s kidney. Just inches from his target, his father swung around and lashed Tristan across the face. The force of the blow slammed him to the floor.
“Nice try, boy. You almost had me that time,” his father said with a satisfied grin. “Next time, use dark string.”
Tristan’s face burned with pain. Blood gushed from his nose and ran down his cheek. He gritted his teeth, determined to hide the pain exploding across his face.
“Go saddle the horses, we will be leaving once I have done my rounds and given orders to my officers” his father said looking disgusted. “Get up.”
Tristan got to his feet, “Yes, sir.”
His father looked him up and down, “I sure hope you get some meat on those bones soon boy or you will never hold up at the Academy.” He chuckled and squeezed Tristan’s arm, “I bet
you will be one of the smallest kids there. Good thing I trained you so well, or else you wouldn’t last a day.”
Thx for any comment you might leave!