OK I decided to go for the fantasy type quest (as ultimately this is the kind of stuff I'd like to try and write)
This is my first draft - I'm sure it needs some more editing and paring down as its possibly a bit too long although theres also a lot more I'd like to have said but want to be able to read it out loud without sending everyone off to sleep.
PLEASE bear in mind its my very first attempt and its probably very simplified. I just want to know everyones not going to fall off their chairs laughing at my first efforts or pooh pooh it completely into the ground.
I KNOW its very amateurish probably seems very childish and will have hundreds of glaring flaws but is it readable and perhaps a little enjoyable?
Please point out any glaring errors but don't be TOO critical as I know it has faults and I don't want to feel a complete failure. I'm really nervous posting it!
The mountain Peak was bleak and forbidding. Bare rock and sheer faces of granite with only a few scattered thorny, leafless shrubs to break the monotony. Valdis looked over her shoulder one time before clambering doggedly up the scree slope at the base, heading away from the comfort and easy familiarity of her home village in the valley.
She was on her way to complete a very important task.
The daughter of a famous warrior and protector of the clan, she intended to complete the quest which had killed her father many years ago. Since he died the people of the village had treated her kindly yet regarded her of little importance, she was always allotted the trivial tasks and filled her days grinding corn and baking bread. It was humbling to have the privileges of her fathers position removed. She now felt she had little or no worth to the tribe and desperately wanted to demonstrate her value by completing the job her father failed to finish. If she could achieve success in this one mission it would ensure her acceptance by the tribe and give her a more important role in the community.
This close knit farming settlement in a remote mountain region lived by the old rules and ways, where the Warrior and his family were welcomed to live in the village in return for their protection.
For the people were peace loving with a hatred of battle and strife and the warriors ways were very different to theirs.
The protection of their Guardian however, meant that the villagers were free to live their lives peacefully and unhindered by attacks from the ancient one who lived at the top of the Mountain.
This was where Valdis was now headed with great trepidation.
Since the untimely death of her father the village had been without a defender and she wanted to put this right in the only way she could think of.
She was on her way to finally kill the monstrous fire breathing dragon who terrified her fellow clansmen and which had killed her father. She was a just child when he returned from his quest battered and bleeding, dying as he reached the village which was his home.
Yet she remembered his courage and the terror his death at the hands of the dragon had revived in the people. The old tales of death and destruction, crops seared and villages destroyed by the red hot flames issued from the mouth of the dragon, were still told around the hearths of the elders and children warned never to stray towards the foot of the great mountain.
The shadow of the fire breathing flying beast had not darkened the village for many moons now but its abominable growling and shrieking had been heard echoing around the valley for the past few days and the villagers feared it was preparing an attack.
This self allotted task was not one she would find easy. She was proud to be her fathers daughter - born to be a warrior maiden. However, brought up by the peace loving tribes people she had learnt to not wish to kill, to desire to nurture and preserve all life, from the small blue silk spiders whose strong webs provided threads for clothing to the large hill yaks whose rich milk gave nourishment to old and young.
Valdis was now climbing the towering summit, scrambling and slipping in her tough skinned bare feet, armed with nothing but her wits and her fathers jewelled dagger worn in her belt.
It was growing dark, the setting sun sinking behind the great summit, enveloping the peak in amethyst shadows, when she drew close to the mouth of the granite cave where the fearsome beast was known to dwell. She had no trouble working out which was the right cave, the scorched earth in front was slashed with the tracks of huge sharp claws.
From within came a terrible sound, a deep growling roar and a mewling cry.
She drew back, fearful that the dragon was killing or torturing a victim, a sight she did not wish to see.
Struggling to control her own fear she slipped inside the gaping mouth of the cavern hoping to avoid detection while the dragon was occupied with whatever was making the pitiful wails.
Creeping closer she saw the massive beast lying in a vast nest of broken shrubby branches, and fumbled for her dagger. The dragons colossal head turned in her direction and she froze unable to do anything but stare. The beast raised itself slightly and Valdis was unable to stifle a gasp.
Lying beside the huge scaly dragon was a tiny, newly born baby dragon. She gazed at the adult creature and found it impossible to remain impartial to the nurturing expression on the mother dragons face.
The parent curled herself protectively around her offspring glaring at Valdis - who, remaining half in the shadows spoke softly “I won’t hurt your baby” she breathed, sheathing her weapon.
To her shock the dragon opened its gaping mouth full of loathsome teeth and spoke.
“Why are you here human girl?” it rumbled but Valdis found herself unable to speak for fear of the creature and her awe of the situation.
The Dragon moved its great head closer and sniffed the air, growled “I recognise your smell, your kinsman came here once”
Swallowing, Valdis replied “That was my father” she drew a deep breath then gasped “ and you killed him”
The dragon shook her head, closing her great eyes “No child, I did not kill him. He came to my dwelling, badly injured from falling on the mountain, I was unable to help heal a mortal so I made him return to his village to be healed by his own kind”
“But he didn’t make it” cried Valdis then gasped aloud once more as she drew closer to the dragon she could see it was shivering and its eyes were clouded and dull.
Its new born nuzzled its mother seeking the nourishment and comfort of dragon milk and the dragon mother sighed.
“I am an old dragon, too old to bring up my young, I am about to die and my son will also die without a mother”
Valdis murmured sympathetically “ I know what its like to be orphaned, can I do anything to help?”
The dragon opened its eyes wide in surprise “If you would take my child and raise him, feed him with the milk of the hill yak, love and protect him, I give you my promise that my son will be a loyal and faithful protector to you and your people”
“I will do that gladly” said Valdis her heart warmed at the thought of being able to provide the protection her people needed without having to resort to violence and bloodshed herself.
“Take my child, now” said the dragon and Valdis moved forward and lifted the small crying dragon in her arms. At her touch its cries ceased and it nuzzled its head under her arm.
“Go now” said the dragon “ I don’t want my child to witness my passing and I am ready to sleep the sleep of never wakening now” and it laid its huge head down.
“Goodbye” whispered Valdis “Thankyou for your great gift, I will raise your son by my own hand and he will guard my tribe.
And she carefully began to climb back down the mountain towards home with the small dragon nestling in her arms, whilst in the dragons lair behind her all fell silent.