February Break is finally here, yay! So, to heighten my joy, I've decided to make my characters learn... *evil cackle* Well, anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Scott Westerfeld. If I was, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be writing Goliath...
"And this is a Stormwalker," said Alek, pointing to a picture in the book.
"Aye, I remember," sighed Dylan.
"And this is the Herkules,"
"Barking spiders, that one was huge. By the way, do you know what was holding us down then?"
"Er...a dozen gold bars. Anyways, this is—"
"A dozen? You had that many?"
"—The Goeben, see, those are the kraken fighting arms."
"Yes, yes, I've seen them all already."
"So, are you ready to pilot one?"
"If a prince can do it, so can I..."
. . .
Five minutes later, Alek stared at the wreckage of the training walker. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "it takes special talent to do that to a walker in such a short amount of time."
"Thanks, that really helps to boost my morale."
"Eh, every pilot goes through that. Ready to try again?"
"What? No. First you try to teach me to become a Clanker, now you want me to read Shakespeare?" Dylan looked in horror at the thick, richly decorated book.
"Please, Dylan? Give it a shot. Here, try reading Romeo and Juliet. It's about a boy and girl who fall in love, but they have to keep it secret because their families hate each other, so they—Dylan? What's wrong?" A new expression had appeared on the boy's face, a mixture of shock and...something else.
"Let me see that," said Dylan, reaching out and taking the book. "Maybe..." He set off muttering to himself while walking down the hallway to his cabin.
Alek smiled and shook his head.
Classical literature couldn't be beat.
Please review, constructive criticism please. I want to be able to make these better, even minor things like spelling or grammar.
I love writing from Alek's POV, he's so oblivious!
Also, should I make my chapters longer? Probably...oh well...maybe over break...