So. This is my NaNoWriMo 2011.
NaNoWriMo-National Novel Writing Moth-A goal of 50000 words in 30 days. Five. Hundred. THOUSAND.
Whoo boy. I'ma finish it this year. Landed 35000ish last year.
So. This is in progress, And will probably have bits changed to fix plotholes. After the fourth chapter, my outline kinda...died. In fire. But here, have the first few! You know you want to cheer me on!
Con. Crit is welcome, PLOT IDEAS ARE WELCOME!
It had been raining. It had been raining for days. The cobblestone streets were thick with the muck washed in during the downpour- Not even horse and carriages could get through the city easily anymore.
Yet Demyx shlucked his way through the muddy streets of Destiny Islands own Hollow Bastion anyways. He grimaced with every step, the muck stuck, cold and thick, to his black boots. The rain plastered his hair to his face and neck, and the oppressing wetness made even him uncomfortable.
"Seriously, could it get any worse out here?"
Pause.
"Don't answer that question," he muttered.
It was worth it he thought. This would...oh how he hoped this would be worth it. After so many false leads- or a complete lack of them..
All he had wanted was to find his Zexion again. He had worked his way through all the probably areas the other boy could have been taken after his...heresy had been..in a way...permanently proclaimed to anyone that would look at him.
This though, this city, the center of all academic and religious practices was the least likely place for him to be. Other than Heavenward, but that was a separate isle still in the Destiny chain. That and all ports on the other isle, separate of Lord Vexen's Rule, were disallowing immigrates. Lady Naminé had put a ban on allowing people in, granted there were ways to get in. Demyx...knew of a few. Hollow Bastion though...it was the seat of Lord Vexen, the one who ordered Zexion's...
There was a small chance that after he was brought here, he had found a place to work and stay, but...
Hopefully, his Zexion was here, in small little tavern on the far, port edge, of the city. Hopefully, Zexion was actually living and working at The Freeshooter's Barrel.
Word Count: 304