Hey, well, NaNo has began. I type the first words onto my new novel.

I don’t know how much time I’ll have to blog, but here’s part of what I wrote today.

I learned something. When you don’t know how to begin a novel, start with a vague overview of state of the world.

Red skies. Red earth. Such is the world. The ruins of past civilizations mar the singular hue. They sprawl over hills and valleys, gray stone blocks tumbling and crumbling to the dust from which they came.

Deep holes, quarries, dig deep into the land, tunneling to the life underneath the death. Huge constructs, machines, purposed for the extraction of minerals desperately needed, lay silent, waiting for the next brave party to come and put them to work again.

The earth is death. Creatures, clawed and toothed roam the surface, devouring each other, growing stronger, growing older, and being devoured. The eternal circle, in which life must die to beget and sustain life.

But humanity rose above it. With the land a place of poison and danger, they took to the skies, rising above the earth to the aether beyond.

Towers, tall and broad, like cities of the sky, became the home of the human remnant. They were invincible, impenetrable. Fortresses of safety and symbols of the new dawn and human accomplishment.

For hundreds of years they towered above the land, taking from the sky what they could and scavenging and mining the earth for they could not make themselves.

But the earth was left to sit, nearly undisturbed. Only necessity forced those in the sky to venture to the ground.

Humanity left the earth behind, leaving behind whatever civilization and order they had for a new order.

A new order. They surrendered power to those who could keep them alive, who could protect them.

Thus the Baron Core was created. Soldier and innovators, pilots of flying craft that could navigate the dangerous predator infested skies and make safe the ground for the gathering of resources.

They were given power over all other men, made to be the rulers, if more in spirit than in actuality, and they accepted the position. They had the ultimate responsibility—one over the lives of their fellow men.

Life was the necessity. Power was the means. Responsibility was the price. But corruption was the end. 


About bandersontps

I write. I read. I think. I am an aspiring writer, poet, and reader. First I am a writer of fantasy and fiction. Second I am a thinker and a poet. I was born in 1995, and from a young age have wanted to be a writer. I'm making progress. Check out my writing blog at
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