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05 May 2012
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Dust it Off Bloghop Day 2: Post your favorite excerpt from Ol' Shelvy. 300-350 word limit.
For day 1, click here.
This excerpt is only 221 words. I've always loved this scene; it's the second scene of Chapter 1. Here, Shua finds out who he really is and that he's not fully human.
A figure stood in the middle of the room. His hair was long and black and he wore a robe so white it glowed. Shua couldn't have guessed his age, although he was definitely not a child. He seemed old and young at the same time. "Shua," he said again. "Shua, my son."
"Who are you?" Shua whispered.
"My name is Arcanin."
Shua's eyes widened and he fell to his knees. "My Lord!"
Arcanin smiled and lifted the young man to his feet. "You know who I am." He sounded pleased.
"Of course! Merofin taught me of you and your Brothers. But I never thought I'd meet you!"
"This is not our first meeting, Shua," Arcanin said.
"You were very young and cannot remember." Arcanin's blue eyes took on a faraway look and he smiled fondly. "I remember you were a very curious child, always exploring." He focused on the young man's face. "Shua, what do you remember of your childhood?"
"Very little," he admitted. "There was a woman who smelled like flowers - but I don't remember what she looked like."
"Your mother, Sha'Nya," Arcanin said quietly. "She was beautiful."
Shua was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "And my father? I remember nothing of him."
The Guardian put his hand on Shua's shoulder. "I am your father."