I have been working on drawing my readers into my story so that they want to know what is happening next.
Chapter 3
When Murkor was out of the mud he did not notice that there was a post with five creepy crooked signs. “I need to sit down.” said an exhausted Murkor. Then he remembered he just went through a mud pool. He was covered in mud armpit to feet. “I am flithy!” cried Murkor surprised, “I need to clean myself but first I need to sit down.”
Murkor was so focused on himself that he didn’t notice a tiny, hooded creature gliding in the air toward him. He turned around… “Ahhhhhh!” Murkor ran behind a tree sputtering. “W-what are y-you?” The hooded creature lifted its hood. “I’m done for!” cried Murkor. Murkor closed his eyes and prayed.
“Why are you closing your eyes?” asked a high pitched voice.
“Why do you look so scared?” asked the high pitched voice.
“I’m not scared. I was just relaxing.” said Murkor. “Oh.” said the high pitched voice. Murkor opened his eyes. What Murkor saw in front of him was a tiny, hovering creature. It had blue skin, pointy ears (just like the goblin’s), big eyes, a wide mouth with sharp, jagged teeth, with long, sharp fingers wearing a black, draping cloak with beating wings.
“I’ve heard about you. You’re a pixie.” trembled Murkor.
“Right you are.” smiled the pixie. “Why are you in the dark forest?” asked the pixie. “Oh, that’s that’s the name of this forest.” realized Murkor. “What’s your name?” ordered the pixie. “Murkor.” said Murkor not very bravely. “What’s your name?” asked Murkor curiously. “Beatta.” muttered the pixie. “Oh.” said Murkor. “Why are you in the dark forest?” questioned the pixie. Murkor was not sure wether to tell the pixie. Murkor made a decision. “I will tell Beatta. “ he thought. “I am going to climb the mountain to where the dragon’s cave is and see or even steal some gold from the dragon.” The pixie’s eyes got even bigger than before. “Really?” wondered Beatta. Beatta’s smile faded. “No one has come back alive.” said Beatta with a worried look. “I’ll be fine.” said Murkor in a casual voice. “Oh, no you won’t be fine. I’ve had friends that died, trying to steal some gold. The dragon burned them with fire.” “I didn't realize how powerful the dragon was.” said Murkor realizing how dangerous the dragon was. Hearing how dangerous the dragon was made him want to go back to the village. “Wow,” said Murkor impressed. “That’s powerful.” “Lets stop it at this, ok?” said Beatta. “Ok.” said Murkor. “It’s getting dark, come to my village. You can clean yourself there too.” Murkor realized he was standing up, still covered in mud.
When Murkor was out of the mud he did not notice that there was a post with five creepy crooked signs. “I need to sit down.” said an exhausted Murkor. Then he remembered he just went through a mud pool. He was covered in mud armpit to feet. “I am flithy!” cried Murkor surprised, “I need to clean myself but first I need to sit down.”
Murkor was so focused on himself that he didn’t notice a tiny, hooded creature gliding in the air toward him. He turned around… “Ahhhhhh!” Murkor ran behind a tree sputtering. “W-what are y-you?” The hooded creature lifted its hood. “I’m done for!” cried Murkor. Murkor closed his eyes and prayed.
“Why are you closing your eyes?” asked a high pitched voice.
“Why do you look so scared?” asked the high pitched voice.
“I’m not scared. I was just relaxing.” said Murkor. “Oh.” said the high pitched voice. Murkor opened his eyes. What Murkor saw in front of him was a tiny, hovering creature. It had blue skin, pointy ears (just like the goblin’s), big eyes, a wide mouth with sharp, jagged teeth, with long, sharp fingers wearing a black, draping cloak with beating wings.
“I’ve heard about you. You’re a pixie.” trembled Murkor.
“Right you are.” smiled the pixie. “Why are you in the dark forest?” asked the pixie. “Oh, that’s that’s the name of this forest.” realized Murkor. “What’s your name?” ordered the pixie. “Murkor.” said Murkor not very bravely. “What’s your name?” asked Murkor curiously. “Beatta.” muttered the pixie. “Oh.” said Murkor. “Why are you in the dark forest?” questioned the pixie. Murkor was not sure wether to tell the pixie. Murkor made a decision. “I will tell Beatta. “ he thought. “I am going to climb the mountain to where the dragon’s cave is and see or even steal some gold from the dragon.” The pixie’s eyes got even bigger than before. “Really?” wondered Beatta. Beatta’s smile faded. “No one has come back alive.” said Beatta with a worried look. “I’ll be fine.” said Murkor in a casual voice. “Oh, no you won’t be fine. I’ve had friends that died, trying to steal some gold. The dragon burned them with fire.” “I didn't realize how powerful the dragon was.” said Murkor realizing how dangerous the dragon was. Hearing how dangerous the dragon was made him want to go back to the village. “Wow,” said Murkor impressed. “That’s powerful.” “Lets stop it at this, ok?” said Beatta. “Ok.” said Murkor. “It’s getting dark, come to my village. You can clean yourself there too.” Murkor realized he was standing up, still covered in mud.