Title: In the world of Sindar
by Caleb from Surrey | in writing, fiction
I watched and I waited. No one moved, they all just sat there, looking at me, staring. It was unnerving, their cold dead looking eyes bore right into me, searching me like a prison light and hunting my thoughts and hidden feelings out. But I did nothing but sit there. I had no choice; for I was rare, and I was needed. They did not love me, nor did they like me, but they needed me, and without me, (even though they didn't know it quiet yet,) they would all crumble into dust. They would all die, and lie in their own devastation! But I can not tell them. I know the battle we are fighting, and I know that I, Sir Bartholomew .J. Underwold, will die, but I will fight till I do. No more will I be thrown to the floor and beaten like a dog. Count yourself lucky you were born when you were, in a world of light and hope. I was born in Sindar, a world of ever night and torchlight. And as my eyes slowly closed for the last time, they struck.
I had just read the Ember book, and that inspired me to right a story of a world that was always in the dark, and only lit by torches and stored fuel.
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