Blah, writing is hard. Especially when I don't have time. I want to work on my real story, but I don't know where my old work is. I've got a bunch of it on my computer, but I had about twice as much of the first part written as I got copied and I don't want to re-write it. I'd call it a chapter, but my computer just has one page, and I don't think that's long enough. I figure I can post the first paragraph of the second chapter though. I wanted to write up an explanation of magic in my fictional world, but that'll have to wait until Elyse gets down into the main room of the inn to talk with... an important character whose name I've forgotten. I know I have Elyse call him Vale all the time, but I think it's actually Lord Vale-something Something. Valetras? I don't know. I'll think of it later. Anyway, first paragraph, second chapter.

When Elyse woke up, the first thing she thought was that her room had become rather plain. Then she realized that she wasn't at home at all. She was still at the inn that Vale had taken her to after he and Raseel had found her by the stone. Raseel had said that she couldn't go home anymore, but she didn't know why. It would have been so much more comfortable for her to stay in her own room instead of this dry place. The bed was hard and the floors and walls were all perfectly plain wood. There wasn't even a window, although she realized now that there was a cheap painting on one wall. It was most likely made by one of the locals although she guessed that one of the trade caravans could have brought it here if they thought they could sell it. It was just a the standard lake with some trees and a mountain kind of painting, and would have made the room even more dull if there was any other kind of decoration.