"One day I'm going to become an author." That's what I used to tell everyone when I was going through the fourth grade. The big plan. Well, write a bunch of really cool books and be the next J. K. Rowling or Anne Rice or something. This dream stuck with me all my years, and as time passed it became every more desirable.
In the old myths it states that at first there was nothing but a great void that stretched across the universe, but then to the north of the darkness there soon formed a region of mist and ice, and to the south bore a region of heat and fire. Soon the heat from the south began to melt some of the ice that touched its regions and from this ice Daron, the Frost Giant, was shaped. As more ice melted more giants were formed, and together they roamed about destroying the worlds of fire and ice.
There was soft noise that caught her attention almost immediately as she slowly made her way down the hall way that extended from the front door to the living room. It wasn't loud enough to be distinguished by the old woman, but it was obnoxious enough to be noticed. Pausing in the hallway near the entrance to the toy room, she listened in closely. This was a room she had dedicated herself to for some time with the hopes that her grandchildren would eventually start to visit her once more.
Every since I was in fourth grade, after reading Anne Rice's Interview with a Vampire, I was inspired to become a writer myself. With an overactive imagination and the will to create I began writing all sorts of stories.
Of all my current series, Araviel, was the most difficult to finally start. Before starting the book I worked tirelessly for three years to create the world, all the species, the religion, and several languages to bring it all to life.