I'm currently in year 11, and I am thinking of taking English for A level. (obviously English education.)
I've written the opening to a story, and would like some feedback on it. Do you reckon if I carried on with it, it would make a good book? And how good it the quality of my writing.(how can i improve?)
Thanks.
Oh, and the place they are going to through the portal is Earth.
I've written the opening to a story, and would like some feedback on it. Do you reckon if I carried on with it, it would make a good book? And how good it the quality of my writing.(how can i improve?)
Thanks.
?You joined this platoon because you do not fear death.? There was a deathly silence in the fog of the forest, aside from the nervous twitching of the Cyrads. They were surrounded by lush vegetation and giant ferns ? the moon shining through the gaps in the leaves, creating skeletal shadows on their armour.
Armour splattered with the blood of many races. However, there were no red blotches to be seen, just greens, blues and purples. The armour once golden and noble, was now scratched and dented like tin foil, and they were no longer fighting for honour or for a cause, but because they had a blood lust and a constant need for a larger empire.
The warriors in formation, lead by Cyron, were all below the age of 18, and had been plucked from adoption homes across their home planet, Eito, at the age of 6. The training that followed took place in forests like the one they were standing in, and it brought back haunting memories for many of them ? of betrayal and desperate brawling with aliens twice or three times their size. They would be let loose in a gladiator?s arena, with no weapons but their bare hands.
?Pain is temporary. But the memory lives on. You may not fear death, but I can assure you. You will see comrades fall this night.?
Cyron snapped his fingers and the wind howled through the trees. The groaning noise made was spine tingling.
?That noise will be imprinted in your minds, and you will be thinking ?I could have saved them. If I was stronger.? But I want you to know, you are my best men. I handpicked you so you could get the job done. And if you let friendships get in the way of your objectives, then you are weak. Some of you will die today, but you are responsible for nothing if you get the job done.?
The earth beneath them began to rumble, and they all knew what would happen next. Power was being drawn from the core of the planet, and a pocket of particles before them began to split.
Cyron, without warning, blew the battle horn and the Cyrads stood to attention, their spears poised. The portal shot open, and the blue radiation from it was penetrated by moonlight, creating a sparkling sea on the earth.
?They know were coming. Be ready.? murmured Cyron as he dived through the gateway. The Cyrads followed, uncertain what would await them in the new world. They didn?t care much though, as it was about to become part of their empire.
Armour splattered with the blood of many races. However, there were no red blotches to be seen, just greens, blues and purples. The armour once golden and noble, was now scratched and dented like tin foil, and they were no longer fighting for honour or for a cause, but because they had a blood lust and a constant need for a larger empire.
The warriors in formation, lead by Cyron, were all below the age of 18, and had been plucked from adoption homes across their home planet, Eito, at the age of 6. The training that followed took place in forests like the one they were standing in, and it brought back haunting memories for many of them ? of betrayal and desperate brawling with aliens twice or three times their size. They would be let loose in a gladiator?s arena, with no weapons but their bare hands.
?Pain is temporary. But the memory lives on. You may not fear death, but I can assure you. You will see comrades fall this night.?
Cyron snapped his fingers and the wind howled through the trees. The groaning noise made was spine tingling.
?That noise will be imprinted in your minds, and you will be thinking ?I could have saved them. If I was stronger.? But I want you to know, you are my best men. I handpicked you so you could get the job done. And if you let friendships get in the way of your objectives, then you are weak. Some of you will die today, but you are responsible for nothing if you get the job done.?
The earth beneath them began to rumble, and they all knew what would happen next. Power was being drawn from the core of the planet, and a pocket of particles before them began to split.
Cyron, without warning, blew the battle horn and the Cyrads stood to attention, their spears poised. The portal shot open, and the blue radiation from it was penetrated by moonlight, creating a sparkling sea on the earth.
?They know were coming. Be ready.? murmured Cyron as he dived through the gateway. The Cyrads followed, uncertain what would await them in the new world. They didn?t care much though, as it was about to become part of their empire.