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Song of the Forgotten is a complex story centered around the journey of the main character to become stronger, but focused on the emotional ties and bonds he forms. Rather than a one-sided view of a protagonist mindlessly getting more powerful for the sake of it, Song of the Forgotten explores the motivations and unconscious desires that spur our actions, with compelling questions and multi-faceted characters.


This is the first proper novel I have written, so any feedback and comments are welcome. Thank you!

Song of the Forgotten

I stumbled out of the weirdly-shaped bed I had been in and somehow found my way to a window before hurling the contents of my stomach (?) into the sea below. At least, I assumed it was a sea, although it was the color of blood.

Once I finished puking my guts out, I took a moment to admire the endless expanse of the blood ocean, the eerily beautiful reflection of a scarlet sun floating serenely atop the still surface of the liquid.

Or perhaps not so very still, because a mere moment later, I saw a couple of murky figures below the blood-like water. Far in the distance, I could see a few tendrils grappling with an enormous whale… which was saying something, because the distance between me and the battle occurring was easily miles away. I shuddered at the thought of how large those behemoths must have been, for me to be able to see them from such a distance.

Suddenly, the vessel I was aboard tilted heavily to my right, and I slid unsteadily on my feet before losing my balance and slamming heavily into a wall. Before I could even regain my footing, the ship suddenly turned back to a normal position… and promptly tilted in the opposite direction.

With a yelp of resentment, I hit a pole headfirst, desperately grabbing onto it to stop my freefall as I saw stars. After an indeterminate amount of time, the ship returned to an upright position, and I suddenly realized that I was next to a ladder… and I could hear yelling from somewhere above.

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I stumbled atop the main deck to find absolute mayhem. There were a squad of magicians desperately casting shields around themselves as strange otherworldly creatures crawled onto the ship. The ship in question seemed to have been made of wood, like the ancient ones used centuries ago on Earth. Moreover, it was massive, far larger than any seafaring vessel had a right to me.

However, this fact did nothing to aid the thousands of sailors aboard the ship. Armed in glowing blades, they slashed and struck at the nefarious monsters in a deadly dance of steel and magic. However, their numbers seemed endless, and they were making it onto the ship faster than they were cut down.

As I watched on with wide eyes, someone tossed me one of those glowing swords while yelling, "Don't die, mate! The cap't will sort them out soo-"

A bloodied sword bisected him through the waist.

I stumbled backwards as I watched the man die right before me. I felt a distant shock at the sudden death that had happened before my eyes, but strangely, no sense of loss or grief. Perhaps one could blame it on my lack of familiarity with the individual, but the absolute lack of emotion was chilling in hindsight.

As the monster that had just slaughtered a man in cold blood stalked toward me, I instinctively gave ground, knowing full well that I could not match it - not in strength, not in speed, and definitely not in skill. It pressed on relentlessly, watching for any mistake, waiting for me to stumble. As my back hit the side of the ship, the monster snarled and lunged for me.

Unexpected Battle