The Dragon of Zannecks Peak

Here's the beginning of my story.

The Dragon of Zannecks Peak

Reeve’s voice rose loud and clear above the others in Teslador’s favorite song.


“The Peak of Zannecks is where she sits

Coiled alone inside a pit

All this time she slumbers on

With need of life

With need of song

Beware the perils that near her lurk

She is needed for all her worth

The seasons change but she will always stay the same”

I, for one, could not sing. I have this wonderful high voice that would give me away to my comrades. I still can’t believe these numb nuts don’t know I’m a girl. Men are so full of themselves they don’t even pay attention to the fact that I’m obviously a girl. They believe that no woman would survive a day without their “manly protection” of us. We had just finished a full day’s march, or as I like to call it, lumbering along, whining.
“Caine! Are you up to buying me some grog tonight?” Reeve asked as he came over with the two lonely coins he had gotten with his performance. Just so you know, my name is actually Constance, but Caine is my male name.
“Sure, why not?”
“Maybe ‘cause you’re dirt poor too?”
“Touché.”
“So, do you know what battle we’re marching off to now?”
“Correction, where am I marching off to while you sneak around, trying not to get caught by General Mannering.”
“Okay then, where are you marching off to?”
“No idea.”
Finally he was quiet.
During our conversation we had been walking over to the only tavern in this small, dirty town. It was a nice tavern, with an extremely high ceiling and a big selection of liquor.
Too bad there was a bar fight inside.
And too bad I was the only one who could stop it (me=sober archer).
“In the name of Teslador, stop this now!” I shouted for dramatic effect before I shot down a banner hanging from the ceiling. This was pretty cool because it covered almost all of the drunkards and they just started to yell at each other.
“Now, who will SHUT UP, sit down on the uncrushed chairs and be the soldiers most of you are!” I had to scream before any order came to this tavern.
Then there was sudden cheering and my friends picked me up and started chanting my name.
I wish. Really there was only a drunken soldier asking for money from his buddy before falling unconscious. This was going to be a long week.

Me

I'm Yve. I'm not gothic. This is a site I'm putting up for aspiring authors. I do know that this is probably not going to take off. But I've got to try. I really want to become famous, and I hope this does the trick haha! If you have a story you want to post, email me at YveofDawn@gmail.com