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This is where I will start my novel. I will begin the plot, and then begin the story. If you have any thoughts or idea's as my work progresses, please feel free to PM me.

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Name: Untitled for now
Genre: Fantasy Adventure
Length: 200-400 pages, hopefully
Setting: A tropical ocean, full of islands.

Plot/Overview: Kire Sabb is as ordinary as any of the young island boys in Hargoso. He fishes with his father, he hunts with his uncles and he has ambitions of adventures like so many more on the small island. The Elders of Hargoso contemplate their problem, as the others live normal lives. What is the problem? The Pirates are coming, not just one ship...dozens. They roam the islands, demanding gold and silver or they will burn the homes and kill the people. They are coming. What can the Islanders do? fight back with a few hundred fisherman? They must pay up, but Hargoso has no money. They are doomed. That is until young Kire Sabb finds something in the jungle, that just may save the people...

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Prologue

The waves rushed up the sand of the beach, reached its limit and fell back. It was morning and the fishermen of the Island were beginning to make there way to the water. The sun was rising as an elderly fisherman pushed off from the docks, and rowed his way out into the blue.

He rowed for a few more minutes, a grunt with every movement. He had gone far enough, and reached for his rod. He hooked his bait and raised his hand. He was halfway back when he spotted something: a body in the water. He quickly put down his rod, and began to row toward the body.

The boat bumped lightly up against the body as fisherman peered down with fright. In all his years of fishing, he had never seen anything like this. He reached a hand down and grasped the body, it was cold. The fisherman exhaled as he lifted the body into his boat. He turned the body over, it was a man. The fisherman moved the wet curly brown hair from his face. He wasn't breathing. The fisherman then noticed blood coming from his chest, he was bleeding. The fisherman opened his shirt to find a deep gash in his chest. Fishing would have to wait, as the fisherman layed the body down and began to row back.

The boat slid onto the sand and the fisherman jumped out. He looked around for help but everyone else was out fishing. He picked up the body with some difficulty and began to walk slowly up the jungle path to the village center.

The fisherman went slowly, every step a pain with the burden on his back. Sweat began to pour down his forehead, until he finally found another islander. "Jafa! Jafa! help me!" he called up the path to a younger man who was sharpening a knife. Jafa looked up and quickly made his way toward them. "What-" he began, but was waved off by the fisherman. Jafa nodded and took the body from the fisherman's back and put it onto his.

They made their way to the healer's hut. They entered the hut to find the healer alone tending to a small fire. "Hedena, I found this man out at sea...he is hurt" the fisherman told Hedena the healer. Hedena made her way toward the man and put her hand on his head. "He is burning, set him down on that bed Jafa" she said pointing to small white cot in the corner. Jafa set him down, and Hedena quickly began examining his wounds. "I'm going to get the elders" said the fisherman as he left the hut.

Twenty minutes later, the fisherman had returned with four elders. The eldest made his way toward the man, the wound freshly bandaged by Hedena. "Has he said anything?" asked the elder. "He asked where he was, but that is all" said Hedena. The elder put his hand on the man's head, "Who are you?" he asked the man. "Perah..." whispered the man as he opened one eye. "Where am I?" asked Perah. "The Island of Hargoso" Hedena told him. Perah opened his eyes with a look of shock. "No! no!" he screamed and tried to get up. Hedena held him back "You must relax!" Hedena urged. "No! you must flee! get everyone out!" he screamed, reaching a hand toward the elder. The elder looked over his shoulder at the other three, then look back to Perah. "Why?" he asked. The man layed back down and breathed heavily before speaking. "They are coming".

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Chapter 1

Kire awoke to the footsteps of his mother downstairs. He rose to find his younger brother standing in the middle of his room, playing with his sword. Kire got up and took the sword away, giving his brother a light slap on the side of his head.

"You are too young Delos." he said as he strapped his sword to his side. "Your time will come" he reassured his brother as he left the room.

Kire made his was down the bamboo stairs and moved into the kitchen. His mother was gutting fish as a small fire cracked in the hearth across the room.

"Where is he?" Kire asked her.

"Who your father? He was called to the healing hut in the early hours" she told him.

Kire looked out the small round window. The path to the village was very clear, and out beyond the tree tops was the ocean...his way out. Kire picked up a mango from a dish on the dinner table, and bid farewell to his mother. Today he would find his friends and search the island. Over the last few months this had become their favorite thing to do. Kire thought it was good to make due with what he had. It would be a few years still until he would be able to go anywhere out in the deep blue ocean...into the unknown.

Kire made he was down the path, the sun breaking through the branches and beating onto his face. It was not long until the path led onto a beaten down road. This was the main road used when traders came from places far away. Kire walked down the road, now there was small houses on each side of the road, he was in the village.

Kire walked up to a small hut, with a little girl sitting on the step. She had a small cloth doll, and she was pretending it was her baby.

"Hello Kady, how is your baby?" he asked stopping in front of the girl.

"Oh she's good, are you looking for Siv?" she asked looking up at Kire. Kire nodded and smiled to her. "He's not here, he left quite awhile ago...he went that way" she said pointing toward the path to the village center.

"Thank you, Kady" Kire said, and he was off.

Kire knew what his best friend was up too. For the last little while his friend Sivart Tsum had been gambling with some local boys behind the armory in the village center. They would each throw rocks at the back wall, and whichever rock lay closest to the wall wins the bet. Siv bet away all the money he could get his hands on. Either by fishing for someone, or taking whatever little silver his mother had.

Kire strode around the armory and sure enough he found Siv. Not only Siv, but also three others. The two bigger one's held him against the wall, while the smaller boy had a finger in Siv's face.

"Pay up!" demanded the boy.

Kire knew this boy, it was Ratil Talik. He was son of a murderer, who was hung when they were both very young. Kire's father signed the offical documents to hang Ratil's father, and it instantly created a dispute between the families.

"Get your hands off him" Kire demanded as he walked up to the four boys. Ratil turned around, and instantly a glare appeared on his face.

"Sabb...how nice to see you" he said as he took a step forward.

"Let him go" Kire demanded again.

"Why? he lost and doesn't want to pay" said Ratil.

"He cheated!" blurted out Siv, but was quickly quieted by the large hand of one of Ratil's friends.

"I believe you..."Kire said nodding to Siv. Kire then looked back at Ratil. "Let him go or I will-" started Kire.

"You'll what? Go get your father? He's an elder, not a King" laughed Ratil.

"No. Or I will fight you" said Kire boldy.

"Oh really, well my friends may have a problem with that" said Ratil.

"Your friends...dont have one of these" said Kire as he raised his sword up to his shoulder. Ratil stared at the sword and smirked.

"Would you really use it?" he asked Kire.

"Try me" growled Kire. Ratil looked back to his friends and nodded. With a final glare back at Kire, the three strode off.

Kire out his sword back at his side, and looked at Siv who had his head down in shame. "I know...I-" began Siv.

"No you don't know Sivart. You take your mother's money, you gamble it all away. Half the time Ratil steals your money anyway...why do you do it?" Kire asked looking into Siv's eyes.

"Someday I may win...and my mother and I won't have to worry about money anymore..." said Siv quietly.

"You can fish, work alittle and make an honest living" said Kire urgently.

"I guess, you are always right anyway" said Siv with a smile."

The two walked around the front of the building, and made their way down the path of the village center. Many of the people waved and nodded to Kire. This was normal. They all tried to make there best with family of the elders, because the major decisions of Hargoso were decided by the elders and if you wanted change you would have to go through it with them.

Kire and Siv had reached the beach. Kire peered out into the large blue world.

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