And for my first act!

Greetings, and welcome to my first posting on fictionpress. I usually don't post my original fiction online, thus why this account has sat unmoving for four years, but this is a special one time showing of Alleonh vs. NaNoWriMo (tickets onsale now) I wanted to share the story with some friends online, but the excerpt area on the Nano website doesn't enjoy my italics. So posting it here is just easier.

That being said, this is for NANOWRIMO. For those of you who don't know, that is National Novel Writing Month. The task? Write a 50k word story/novel in one month. Broken down that is 1667 words a day (which I am proud to say as of day four I have been meeting this goal. )

But this story is being cranked out a scene at the time, a line at the time. So I'm warning you now, this ain't gonna be Lord of the Rings. There will be cliches! Oh yes! And plot holes so large you could fly a Star Destroyer through them! And you know what? That's okay! Because I'm shooting for Quantitiy, not Quality in this fair venture.

So in short, I don't care about flames, and no need to point out the myriad of typos either. In this fight of woman vs word count, my typos are my battle scars.

btw, love my generic title? Yeah, so do I!

Chapter 1

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My elf is picking flowers…

She is not mine, not really. One does not own that which is of the earth and trees. It is like owning the winds, touching them briefly while they slip through your fingers. Yet, I do not leave her, and if I were to find the courage to walk away, to really walk away, I would soon find her following me.

And so I sit, watching and waiting for her, yelling and cursing as she wastes precious time. Time that is moving on, as should we. But she does not hear me. It is not that she ignores, it is just that she is listening to something else. She listens to the flowers as she moves through them, speaking a word to each, apologizing fervently to each that she picks. A tear falls for every blossom that she reverently removes from its grassy cradle. I tell her to stop if she does not want to hurt them, yet she does not. She is picking them for me, most likely, though I do not want them.

When I do finally catch her aimless attention she smiles and waves as I sit and scowl at her. Her eyes light up with happiness, eyes that are much too bright. It is not sanity that lights those sapphire depths. I have seen them dimmed and true but once. As I held her dying body, clear eyes watched me, begging me to let her die, and cursing my actions to the contrary. Eyes that were filled with sadness and longing, fear and despair as finally they released a single tear to trail down an ivory cheek as her body went limp in my grasp.

I much prefer my elf insane.

And so I sit waiting for her to tire of her game so that we can finally move on. We will be spending another night outside it seems. There will be no soft bed or warm meal for us tonight. But I will wait for her. How could I not? My elf is picking flowers...

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nah, it ain't all of chapter one. But it's a good stand alone scene, good enough to get this ball rolling anyway XD