July Camp NaNo

+JMJ+

It's almost time for Camp NaNo again. I'm counting on finishing early again, because I'll be a counselor at a camp without my laptop so no working on my project.

Here is the link to my project on the actual website. Yes, I changed my name again. I'm one that likes my name to match what I'm working on. So the first official project I did, I was Gwen Lancelot, because I was writing the third book of the Pendragon Saga. (Very loose retelling of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table). But then I realized that Gwen was already married in the third book so I changed my name to Gwen Lancelot Pendragon. (I made her Sir Lancelot's sister so there will be no confusion about anything). That was the actual NaNo. Then last April I changed it to Justice Heroine because I was writing one of my Justice Hero books. Now I'm revising the second Pendragon book, so I'm Maid of Camelot. I believe I also had a random name between Justice Heroine and Gwen Lancelot Pendragon, but it was unimportant and I don't remember what it was. :D

Anyway, the actual project.

The Pendragon Heir

Book 2 in the Pendragon Saga.

Synopsis: Maverix is an unhappy lonely bard with nowhere to go but a broken down shack, in a crummy little village. He feels unwanted and useless, until the Pendragon Heir comes back to the village and discovers Maverix's true gift. He can see the Invisibles. But will the rest of the heir's friends tolerate the rubbish singing in order to defeat the forces of darkness? Arthur and company returns to Cornbridge only to discover that the stewards are preparing a mass evacuation. The island is to be cleared of people and buildings. But why? The stewards' men are about to face a nightmare, that not even there masters were ready for. But who is the mysterious Pendragon Heir the Invisibles claim to have prisoner? Isn't Arthur the last of the Pendragons?

That's the same synopsis I had since November 2016 (I think that was it anyway) so it could use some revamping.

Meet the Hero:

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur recently found out he was the heir to the throne of Camelot and set out to restore Camelot to her former beauty.

Previously he had been the odd foreign ward of Merlin Crystal the eccentric miller of Cornbridge.

Meet the Ally:

James Lancelot is the main ally in the series. As the fellow ward of Arthur, he knew the Pendragon boy nearly his whole life. He was one of the first to follow his friend.

Meet the Love:

Gwen Lancelot

Gwen is the sister of James and also the third ward of Merlin. She is bright and cheerful. She stuck to Arthur through everything and was always ready to help and defend him.

Meet the Mentor

Merlin Crystal. The miller of Cornbridge who is scowled upon by all respectable people. He rarely does any mill work and switches his time between teaching school and traveling. Arthur is his nephew but he didn't find out until sixteen years after the boy came into his custody.

Unfortunately I have no finished drawing of Maverix.

God Bless You All,

and Happy Writing,

~E

P.S.

Expert from the "Pendragon Heir."

The shabby dark haired man rested his arms on the rough wooden table, then buried his weary head in them. Oh if only the problems of life could disappear as quickly as the beer in my mug! He thought bitterly. He wrinkled up his nose at the repugnant odor that rose from the wet sleeve of his animal skin coat.
“Hey, bard give us a song?” a rough voice barked. The shabby man looked up, his eyes narrowing. The inn was crowed with rough looking men. Their dirty faces leered at him. 
“Aye, gif uth a thong, ol' Maverith!” a skinny boy with a runny nose and missing teeth chirped. 
“My name is Maverix, not Maverith!” the unhappy man snarled. 
“Oi, watch your tongue.” another man sneered, “He was asking nicely.” 
“Oh was he?” Maverix demanded. His distaste for the clods who made up the miserable excuse of a village was growing with each passing second. He hated them. Casper the innkeeper only allowed him into the run down old inn, after Maverix swore on his life that he would not sing a touch his harp. Real bards were supposed to sing for their living, but people payed poor Maverix not to sing. It was humiliating to say the least. 

Maverix pushed his unkempt hair out of his face and grimaced. A tall slender young women with a head full of red curls pushed her way towards the men. She did not see, to care that the men got splashed with beer from the mugs she was carrying. 
“You disgusting lot!” she yelled, “Git away from poison tongue! I suppose you think it would be hilarious to your tiny minds if he got thrown out from singing!” the customers had the grace to look ashamed. Maverix scowled even harder. He almost preferred the mocking jeers and sneers of the village men, rather then have the either Casper of his sister stand up for him. They always made it clear that they despised him as much as everyone else. 

The bard lowered his head. Last month when Vivian and the strange boy from Cornbridge had come looking him. he had almost thought that he was needed. Ah the joy of being wanted and needed. The boy had even expressed the wish that Maverix join them in going to Camelot. Return to the once beauteous home of my people. To Camelot! Camelot of the dragons! He thought drearily. Then the leader of the quest and the guide had both said no and would not let the boy say anymore. The boy was the real leader, no matter what the two men said or thought. But in the end, it did not matter. Maverix choked and buried his head in his arms again. 

“More beer, Master Golden Tongue?” Vivian asked as she stopped beside the bard's table. The man looked up with narrowed eyes and a grim face. 
“Take yer slop to someone else!” He said grimly. Vivian's face turned as red as her hair. 
“Caspar?” she shouted. Maverix sighed, he knew what was coming next. It had happened many times before. Caspar, a big red haired man with an explosive temper burst out of the kitchen, wiping his big hands on his greasy apron. 
“What is it now, sister?” he bellowed, “I am a very busy man!” 
“This- this disgusting creature insulted your beer!” Vivian cried angrily. Caspar's bright green eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a scowl. 
“He did, did he?” the red haired man hissed. Then he grabbed then sullen bard by the neck, and dragged him over the table, until their faces were only inches apart. “You dare to insult my beer?” he yelled, “The finest liquid, pure gold that is!” Maverix choked and gasped for breath. 
“I-if that is pure gold, I- I am glad I am poor!” he gasped. Sometimes he did not when to shut his mouth.
“DOG!” Caspar screamed and finished dragging Maverix over the table and flung him on the floor. The bard winced. The big man was a little to rough for the bard's taste. 

Caspar grabbed Maverix and pulled him to his feet, while shaking him unmercifully. Maverix groaned in pain.
“March!” Caspar roared. The bard sighed and marched. No sense in literally getting kicked out of the inn, when he still could walk. Maverix left the inn as fast as he could, followed by the half drunken laughter of the other customers. He did not regret loosing their company, just the prospects of a good roof over his head.

A dull overcast sky full of ugly black clouds threatened the miserable man. A chilling drizzly rain was falling. The fog was rolling in from the harbors. Even the houses were getting hard to see. The mountains had vanished altogether in the fog. Maverix wrapped his animal skins tighter around his shoulders and shivered. Then he trudged foreword. Rain soaked into the skins making it heavy, awkward and uncomfortable. No one would come when I die of the cold and my life slowly wastes way! He thought dramatically. 
“Oh, no one cares...” he sang in a harsh voice. Even he could not even half pretend that it sounded decent. Maybe everyone is right! He thought miserably. 

“I can stand the cold an the extensive raining! But I cannot bare to listen to that vile horribleness, that disgusting brute calls singing.” Maverix jumped the voice seemed to be coming from inside his head. He whirled, then glanced around. There was not a person in sight anywhere. Maverix licked his lips nervously. Was his misery making him slightly dotty?
“You can stop your whining!” a second voiced hissed. I must be going mad! Maverix thought. He felt a rush of cold air from above and looked up. His hair literally stood up on end. Floating about in the fog above him was two transparent shapes. Long thin creatures, with extra long arms and long flowing robes. Creatures with pale reddish eyes and long noses. Creatures with gaping mouths and long flowing hair. Maverix blinked, then rubbed his eyes. Surely they were bits of leftover bad beer floating around inside of his brain. They would surely disappear in a moment. The two creatures refused to disappear. 

Trembling, the bard turned and rushed back towards the inn. He could feel the two ghost creatures floating after him. Oh why does everything bad happen to me? He thought bitterly. Trembling, he turned and rushed back to the inn. His teeth were chattering, and his whole body was shaking in terror. Maverix reached the inn and hammered on the door headless of the splinters that were braking off in his hands. 
“Caspar, let me in!” he yelled. His voice quaking in terror. The door jerked open and the red haired man peered out. His eyes narrowed, when his gazed dropped on the miserable Maverix. 
“Git outta here!” he thundered. Maverix winced. 
“B- but sir!” he gestured helplessly at the floating creatures. Caspar's scowl darkened. 
“What are you dancing around for?” he demanded. Maverix stared then blinked. 
“C-can you not see the ghost creatures?” he asked in shock. Caspar looked pained.
“I always thought you were crazy.” he said grimly, “But I never expected you to be that crazy! Or perhaps you are trying to get back in here with the silliest of dumb lies.” 
“What?” Maverix gasped, “Look you big red haired idiot! There are two airy creatures above my head!” 
“Nope!” Casper replied and shook his head. Maverix ground his teeth in a rage. 
“What if they try to kill me?” he cried wildly, “Please let me in!” Casper folded his arms across his chest and shook his head again. 

~The Pendragon Heir, Prologue