Came up with this idea about a week ago. Basically, after a teenager's parents are killed by the ruthless soldiers of an evil king, he pledges himself to the resistance movement against the king and fights to bring it down. A basic rebel fic anyway.
Tell me if this sounds okay and I'll post the first chapter.

This sounds pretty cool. I can't wait to hear more. (:

Chapter 1

The night was quiet in the small village as what few people were still awake turned off their lights and bid the late night goodnight. The wolves that lived in the nearby forests howled and crickets chirped as fireflys buzzed around as small, pinpricks of light.
The streets were empty, all save for two people. A 16-year old boy and his girlfriend. The boy had white hair that hanged to his neck, and had a rough build, as if he spent most of his time doing hard labor. The woman had long, black hair and had a slim built body. The man said something and the woman laughed.
They walked through the main village road for a few minutes, then approached a small looking house. It was here that the woman gave the boy a kiss on the cheek, then ran up the steps and dissappeared into the house.
The boy stood there for a moment, then continued down the road, toward his own house. At the last house on the road, the man slowed down to a stealthy walk. He walked up the steps slowly, trying not to make a sound, then quietly opened the door.
He quickly and quietly walked in and shut the door behind him. He gave a relieved sigh when the door didn't squeek and turned around...to have a blade placed at his throat. "Lucan, what have I told you about curfew?" a stern voice said from the darkness.
Lucan gave a weak laugh. "Come on Dad, I was just hanging out with Ashlee."
"We don't care," another voice said from beside him.
Lucan smiled. "Hello, mother."
"Lucan," his mother said, "how many times do we have to tell you to be home before dark?"
"Sorry," Lucan apologized, "but we got held up."
Silence followed, then the blade moved away from Lucan's throat. "Go to bed," his father said, "we'll talk again tomorrow."
Lucan was glad for any excuse to leave, so he quickly took off towards his room. He quickly opened the door and shut it. Once it was shut, he started laughing. He knew his parents were probably doing the same. They were strict when they wanted to be, but he knew that deep down, they were every bit like he was: mischevous and stupid. Or at least, they used to be.
Lucan smiled at the thought, then decided he had better get to bed. "Tomorrow's gonna be a long day," he told himself. He quickly undressed, flung himself onto his bed and let sleep overtake him.

End Of Chapter 1

This is really good! Update when you can!

Awesome, as usual Light.
Now...In truth have you ever tried to publish any of your own work?
I woouldn't mind reading a book written by you.

Please update when you get the chance.

Sadly, no. I nearly did last year though. I was taking Creative Writing and we were writing novels. I wanted to get it published, but unfortuatly, I gave the disc that had the novel saved onto it to my teacher, and she quit the next day, so I never got it back. I was really bummed out to, I found a great place to try and get it published earlier that year. Oh well, one thing I've learned is that a large percent of things that happen to you are always out of your control.

*Ceases writing*
Ah. I see.
Well hopefully she does not try to steal your work.
And at least you learned a lesson out of it. I always say a lesson well learned....well actually I forfot the saying...But you sort of get the feel of what I'm trying to say.

*Returns to writing on notepad*

I have to tell you, your fics are really creative and good I can never come up with something as good as what you write. It takes a special kind of person to write stories like that. Keep up your great work!

I don't think so. I'm sure you have writing potential. All you got to do is throw away the doubt and go for it.

I'll try updating later today.

Sorry for DP...or am I?

Chapter 2

Lucan awoke the next morning as his father started yelling for him to get up and get dressed. Lucan smiled as his eyes opened, and he yawned. He sat up in his bed and looked around. Judging from how much light was pouring through the window, he guessed it was around nine in the morning. He stretched, then slowly walked off his bed.
He walked over to a mirror that leaned against one of his walls and examined himself. His white hair clung to his face from sleep and his eyes looked a little groggy. He shrugged, smiled, then walked over to his closet and pulled on a simple white T-shirt, then grabbed a wooden sword from where it rested next to his bed and was out of his room.

His father was, as expected, in the backyard of their house, his own wooden sword in his hands. As Lucan approached, he asked, "ready?"
Lucan stopped and raised his sword. "Whenever you are."
His father smiled, then struck with a speed that was highly quick for a man of his age.
Although the rest of the villagers thought it was funny for Lucan's father, who was a former soldier, to train Lucan how to fight. He always insisted that everyone, old and young, rich and poor, should learn rudimentary fighting skills. "You never know when it could come in handy," he told Lucan many times.
Lucan dodged a blow to his mid-section, and stabbed at his father. His father dodged it by leaning to the side and attacked again, slashing at Lucan's ribs. Lucan brought his sword back around and blocked the attack, the sound of wood on wood echoing across the yard.
The fight lasted for a few more moments, but was stopped when Lucan's father caught his wrist in mid-strike and pressed his blade against Lucan's chest. Lucan's father smiled and Lucan tried to smile back, but couldn't. His father had been teaching him how to fight for ten years, yet never once had he ever bested the old man. "Shall we go again?" his father asked.
"Sure you're up for it, old man?" Lucan asked back.
His father laughed, and the next moment lashed out at him.

An hour later, Lucan decided to give up and practice with his bow instead. His father laughed as Lucan threw his sword down. "Maybe in a few years," he told him.
Lucan wanted to turn around and maybe shoot him in the leg with an arrow, but decided against it and shot at the target thirty yards away instead.
After a few hours, Lucan's mother called him in for lunch. He went inside, set his bow and quiver of arrows down beside the door and gulped down a quick lunch before deciding to head to the local bar and hang out. "Be back before dark," his mother told him.
Lucan smiled and was gone the next moment.

End Of Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Lucan arrived at the bar and was confused when he noticed a group of men, dressed in black armor sitting outside it. On their chests was an insignia he knew well: two curved lines crossing eachother with a sword in the middle. It was the sign of the King's soldiers.
Lucan frowned at the sight of it, but tried not to do something foolish. Picking fights with soldiers wasn't a very bright move on anyone's part. Instead, he quickly walked past them and into the bar.
The bar had a faint line of smoke orbitting above it, and it was unusually quiet. Lucan noticed a large group of people in the back all staring at him. "Jeez Lucan," an old man said from the crowd, "don't scare us like that."
"What were you doing?" Lucan asked, walking towards them.
The men exchanged nervous looks, then the old man whispered, "we were just talking about them soldiers out front."
Lucan nodded and sat down at an empty seat. "What are they here for?" he asked.
"Who knows," the local blacksmith, Ty replied with anger in his voice, "but let's just pray they leave soon."
The men around the table nodded. Lucan understood these men's hate towards anyone affiliated with the King. He had risen to power about twenty years ago, and since then, had ruled his people through absolute obiediance and tyrany. It also didn't help that when their village was experiencing a drought, the King did nothing to help them out, and as a result, seventeen people perished from hunger.
The men started thinking of crazy ways to get rid of the soldiers at that point. Lucan was about to join them when the doors opened again. Lucan looked over and gasped. Emerging into the bar was a man clad in silver armor, carrying a sword encrusted with rubies and gems in a polished sheath. He had short black hair, sharp observing eyes and carried himself with an air of authority.
Lucan had only heard of him before, but knew who this man was: Jero, commander of the King's army and his right hand man.
Jero observed the bar for a moment, his gaze finally falling on the group Lucan sat with. With quiet steps, he walked over to them. "What are mere pheasants like you doing in such a group?" he asked mockingly.
A few of the men tensed, ready should Jero attack them. The old man who greeted Lucan said, "we are merely trying to enjoy a drink after a long day's work."
Jero smiled. "Really?" He reached down and grabbed one of the drinks from the table. He raised it slightly and toasted, "to your good health."
After gulping the drink down, he threw the glass away. "Take care of how you compose yourselves," Jero told them, "a group such as yourselves looks might...suspicious." Jero's gaze moved down and fixed at Lucan, who stared back in defiance. Jero chuckled, then turned on his heel and left them, exiting the bar.
Everyone sat in silence for a moment, then Ty stood up. "I think we should be getting home," he said. "It would be unwise to linger on the streets with these animals here."
Everyone nodded in agreement and stood up, following him out. The last ones to leave were Lucan and the old man, who remained seated. The old man sighed as everyone left and took a hasty drink before standing up. "Don't worry about it Lucan," the old man said, as if sensing Lucan's apprehension, "I'm sure they'll leave soon."
Lucan smiled and bid the man good day as he left.

End Of Chapter 3

Mm, I like it. Yeah...nice work, Flies.