My story. The ultimate piece of literature I want published. This is it. This is totally the one. I'm conflicted, of course. It's fantasy, which instantly places in that tattered pile of "Literature's Biggest Cliche" but I need to persevere. I want to, have to, MUST. I've grown to respect the characters I have created. And the fact I named one after myself only adds to that fact.

Destiny's Sword. Book One. The Rebirth Stone.

Here's an overview - we start off with Ty, the main protagonist I designed the stories (for indeed, a series is better than one singular dusty volume gracing the shelves of Big W, don't you agree?), a youth of his late teens, an adult since long before then, a warrior if ever there was one. On the continent - world, though, to most - of Oreun, he has had to cut his own path since five years of age, the time when a creature pursuing he and his parents since his birth finally caught up with them, living in Retreim, the smallest of the 7 countries on its face. While he ran - ran for his life despite his instincts to help his family - he heard his parents gurgled screams echo through the valley far, swallowed up by the bright light which their enemy emerged from with bloody hand.

Ty made it to the destination his father had instructed him to find - Hiroth - the town still in Retreim which he lived on the outskirts of for the remainder of his immediate life, befriending a girl his age, Maeris, finding father figures in Ayon (Maeris' own father) and Zoldeen, village blacksmith, finding a initial dislike for the diminutive mayor, Gregory, a pompous busy-body in a town of farmers. His life, already marred with death and isolation, became a central point for his father's greatest wish - his son would become the greatest warrior in all the land.

His proficiency with the sword grew beyond the skill of all he knew. Equally, the mace, flail, bow, axe and lance all felt like extensions of his finely-tuned body. Zoldeen and Ayon helped construct for him - both of them knowing his father from days of old, a fortuitous circumstance if any - a hut, which would become his home. He became the village's adopted son; their sworn protector, a noble warrior believing in the old virtues of the sword - "Strength for one's Body, Justice for one's Family and Honour for one's Country." And yet, life remained constant. He and Maeris became the best of friends as the years went by. Life really only changed when Josh arrived. Then things went a bit screwy.

Josh turned out to be Ty's age (by approximation), a conjurer of Dark Magics from Arcada, the largest country and Retreim's neighbour. Josh, however, suffered from an injury he could not remember - the trigger for his crippling amnesia. Two years prior to the present nature of the story, Josh awoke in a tent-like structure in Arcada's frozen, barren country-side with no memories of his past. While his knowledge of dates, history and his multiplication table remained strong and intact, his past was a mystery to him - he would not have known even his name and age had they not been written down on a card in front of him, with the cryptic message, "No Question's Asked, No Question's Gained." Emerging from his tent with a cold feeling of nothing, he stumbled upon his first emotion - fear. Finding a hut in the distance housing two seniors - one inviting, one harshly indignant - he managed to survive the night, only to wake, traumatised, the old man and woman dead. Murdered in their sleep.

Josh wandered the world alone for weeks. He began to understand he wouldn't remember anymore of his past, so looked forward to the future. And the dark powers he felt within him grew and waned as if a gale within his body. Yet, he was unsure what to do... unsure where to go... And so he got what he called unaffectionately... a Vision.

His purpose was clear. In his own small ways, he helped out where he could. And always kept moving. He came to learn that he became an ill omen if he lingered too long. His visions always came as painful, debilitating events, as if he were possessed by some demon, his body lapsing into seizure-like states. However, he always followed their advice. He learnt it was foolish not to.

Then, some two years after he first woke up on that cold Arcadian afternoon, he got a vision of a town he knew not, as per usual. And yet, the signs led him to a place called Hiroth, and a battle against a small battalion of a band of mercenaries called the Red Renegades, who had been attacking Hiroth steadily over time, weakening their defenses. This was their final barrage. A full scale attack. Even if their motives were unclear, Josh had to help. His vision had showed him many things. One of them - the one that seemed the central point - was the death of a young man with brown hair and a glimmering sword, guarded with a crimson helmet. And although he didn't know it at this point, this young man was Ty.

Destiny's Sword really kicks off from here. And it deals strongly with that term. Destiny. Josh's pushes its belief strongly, while Ty is thorough disbeliever. Events happen that are unchangeable; time shifts forwards unremittingly, and Ty and Josh are threatened to be left behind, in a world growing up and changing not necessarily for the better. War is brewing in the west. Ty's history and place in the world is revealed. Forces are stirring in Arcada once again. Calamities of old are anxious to resume their destructive nature. And Ty and Josh, bonding quickly by trauma, uniting (whether it is to be believed or not) by fate, are holding back the flood gates barely. And as Kizor and Ash enter the field of play, and Maeris and Zoldeen head west on their own journey, the party of friends realise that their task is much more daunting than Ty first envisioned.

And when life and death is as common as a summer's breeze, Rebirth intervenes to even the score.


There. A bit of an overview. There's heaps I missed. Heaps indeed. but god. I wrote enough. This is how it starts. Kizor and Ash are main characters too, but introduced properly in book two. Yeah. I'm being a bit over-zealous, what with assuming there will be more than one book, but it's the only way it'd work. My story is huge. I'll be putting in some extracts. That's why I even wrote this journal. A bunch won't make sense. But it'd still be nice of you to appraise some things. Just my style of writing in general. Thanks guys. I'm tired now. Too much typing.

(OMG! NO EMOTICONS!!!)