Elderin

This is a fantasy story my brother and I are writing. Tell me what you think! This is the third time we're writing this and I think we've finally got it.

Elderin

By M.C. and T. G. Froula

Prologue

The waves, crashing violently against the ship, were enormous, strong, and white with foam. Arena held her small baby tightly against her, wrapping a thin wool blanket around his little body.

A large, black ship was looming up ahead. It came crashing through the water, aiming right at them. It whooshed into plain view, heavy and monstrous. Grappling hooks were shot onto their ship, the sharp knives sticking into the sides. Pirates, huge and fierce, began climbing the ropes, knives in their mouths. They leaped onto the deck, slaying anyone who came in reach. Arena shrunk back in the corner of her husband Ainer’s cabin, hugging her baby. Ainer shielded her, bearing a sword. The leader was yelling and swinging his blade. He burst into the cabin, rearing on Ainer. Steel clashed and they spun around, Ainer slashing with his sword at all possible moments. He was panting and sweating, his chest heaving, when the leader swung his sword, right down on him, forcing him to the ground, and stabbing at his stomach.

Arena shrieked, and he turned in on her. He slashed at her chest, and grabbed at her baby. He cried and kicked his legs.

Ainer’s vision was blurred. He took one last look as the pirate ran out with his son in his arms.

Arena was gasping, the blood pouring out, and she lay next to her husband until she breathed her last.