//Snippets of Ideas//

There once was a world called Earth, many people lived in it. One day, Earth found out that their planet was dying. They began researching- forgetting all wars, just willing to stay alive. Many died during the process when they finally built a ship, people trampling each other, envy and hatred boiled up once more.

100 years later…

New France- Entry One- Jacques Tellamet

Soldiers are everywhere, my father just died and my older brother told me to leave and flee. My sister was taken to Grandpa’s Manor. All I have on my back is my violin, I now travel to a nearby village.

Jacque looked up from his journal, squinting at the two bright suns. He opened his pack and stuffed it inside. He approaches the village gate, Two guards loom in the towers “Who goes there”

“A wandering nomad, just coming from Vehiral. I come seeking food and a place to rest” Jacque said holding his hand up to block the sunlight. Just then a horse passes by him, a girl with markings on her arms holds up a piece of bark with a mark on it. The gates open. “Come on through…oh and you too boy!” one of the guards spat.Jacque hauled up his bag and  followed the girl on the horse.

The Village was teeming with people, salesmen shouting from their stalls, children chasing eachother, and other wandering travelers. Jacque could smell meat cooking, and stews brewing, and even the faint smell of wine and ale. He eventually came to the inn, which also doubled as a place to drink and listen to bards. “Welcome, welcome, please come to the counter” A woman shouted emerging from the cellars. Jaque approached  the counter. “One room please…and a warm meal” he mumbled handing her a few coins. “Merci, come this way” she says stuffing the coins away. She leads him to a room and hands him a key. “Here you are, the cost is five coins a day, after today” she smiled leaving him alone. He threw himself onto the bed grinning. He could hear the bard telling the tale of Earth.

“And they built a ship, many died in the process, but one man stopped all the deaths, leading to his own. Soon after being in orbit for fifty years they came back, but earth was no more. A man named Harold re-named it to Latin, Terra Nova; Harold was French, so he planted a settlement, and called it Dlorah. “soon after a war broke loose against the English-“ the bard was cut off by a loud scraping noise. 

-TO BE CONTINUED-

A.C. Garbarino