Author has written 2 stories for Fantasy, and General.
Hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Allegra and I was born and raised in the Versilia Valley in central Italy. Instead of television, I was read to as a child, so it naturally followed that I begin to write. After a rough start, having to teach myself how to read and write the English language, I began working. I remember the exact moment James Navarl came into my life.
It was an evening like most in my childhood in Italy. Babbo was sitting in the Big Chair, reading a book out loud, probably Lord of the Rings or Mists of Avalon, maybe Dune or something by Tom Robins. Mamma was doing the dishes and I was at the table, listening to Babbo as my hands played their own games. I had my whole collection of Play Mobile characters out. That Christmas I had gotten the new Medieval set, and I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t change them for at least a month. Well, a month had passed, now it was time to get creative. I had taken off all the hair pieces and had all my armor and weapons and other gadgets in another pile. The little men and women were spread out in front of me. I picked one up. He had black pants and red armor with golden mail. I frowned and picked out short black hair. Then a crown, and put him aside. In my notebook I wrote "Mark Lirion". Next I picked up a woman, she was dressed in peasant cloths, white and red, shoulder-length brown hair fitted nicely, no more accessories, she wasn't rich, but she was strong and rebellious, she was called Elis Manden. The next two to catch my eyes were copies. They had brown pants and green and silver armor. They had attracted me from the first. I thought about making them twins, thought better of it, I already had a pair of twins. Then, on the spur of the moment, I tried putting black hair on one, blond on the other. I looked. Still not right. So I struggled for about five minutes with the painstaking task of taking off and switching belts, which is something you just aren't supposed to do, well, that’s what mat knives and superglue are for. I looked again. Now the blond one had a golden belt, the black-haired one a black one. I approved. But what was their story? I didn't know, but I wrote their names for the first time: James Navarl and Fedrik McTellen. This was the beginning of Children of Fate. Since then they have been part of my life for over a decade. I have grown with them and now have enough of their story written to share with you. Now I live in a small town in Western MA where the bad weather usually keeps me glued to my computer. When I'm not typing, I cook a lot or teach Creative Writing (while studying it at college). I believe that to really learn to write, one has to get as many words on paper as humanly possible. Out of all that chaos, something magical may someday emerge, but even if it doesn't, with every thousand words gone by, we get closer to art. I hope you enjoy.
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