To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
When winter fell on Cioria, the prince was is more foul a mood than he was at any other time of the year. This was not saying much, for Sir Loracaz III was generally resentful of the citizens of his realm. He hated the rebels, hated the claims about there being a ‘true prince.’ What could possibly be more true than the service that he had given to his kingdom? He and his father had re-built Cioria’s wealth, had filled the bellies of the starving people, had re-established trade routes and restored farmland. He dare anyone rebel against him for the sake of some incompetent man who lineage was the reason for the kingdom’s deterioration in the first place?
He might have once been willing to listen to this would-be prince… until he had taken from Loracaz the one thing most precious to him. What Samuel had destroyed… Loracaz could not even begin to explain the significance. Much of it had been his secret, and nobody had even known that he had a secret to keep. Maybe it was because he could not explain what he had lost that day, why the blood spilled on the misty shores had enraged him to badly… maybe explaining it would only have made matters worse. To Loracaz, the distinction was not important. He would killed Samuel himself, should the coward ever be within reach of his sword, and anyone else who pledged their loyalty to him.
No, that was not enough. Anyone who was not devoutly loyal to Loracaz and his family would be punished. Their faith and duty to them had to be unquestionable, or their blood would be spilled, too. That was how the citizens of Cioria had learned the real meaning of terror. With Prince Loracaz III in their village, it was almost certain that someone would die. His rage when working to snuff of every rebel on;y served to worsen their resolve to be rid of his tyranny… and his father’s. The king stood by his son’s actions, whether or not he had eve meant things to turn quite so violent.
Lor’s only weakness was his new secret, and it was hidden deep in the Valley of Dragons… deep in the place where the rebels had tried to kill him. It was a secret not unlike the one that Samuel had taken from him, but this time things would be different. He knew better how to protect, how to keep… matters separate. And he was just as willing to kill in order to keep safe that which meant the most to him.