Eva Sirois : Writing

The Journey: Chapter 1

The Journey: Chapter 1

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


My name is Tyra. I am seventeen summers old, and had lived with an old woman whom I call Gramama. I lived in a small cottage in the middle of th..
The Journey: Chapter 2

The Journey: Chapter 2

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


Two years later, I was singing a song that I had made, working in my garden. I had just gotten to the part about the sun and moon, when there was ..
The Journey: Chapter 3

The Journey: Chapter 3

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


A week later I was leaving the cottage in the woods behind. I looked back, riding on Swift, Danicio's horse, behind Danicio. I hadn't talked much, sin..
The Journey: Chapter 4

The Journey: Chapter 4

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


“What were those creatures?” I demanded the next time we stopped, which was the next afternoon. “Orcs,” Danicio said sho..
The Journey: Chapter 5

The Journey: Chapter 5

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


I observed a lot of waving around of arms over where Danicio was. I smirked to myself at the sight of Danicio, knowing in the back of my mind that ..
The Journey: Chapter 6

The Journey: Chapter 6

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


The next morning, we quickly picked up camp and readied the horses. Things were much calmer that morning than they were the night before. I rode on S..
The Journey: Chapter 7

The Journey: Chapter 7

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


The next day I saw smoke coloring the horizon, and as we approached the settlement, I grew more and more afraid. I knew that there were tons of races..
Power: Chapter 1

Power: Chapter 1

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


Thwack! My practice sword hit the wooden post with a vicious swing. Thwack! My footing started to waver as I concentrated mostly on my thrusts and ..
Power: Chapter 2

Power: Chapter 2

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


After dinner, I was down at the pond at the edge of the stables in the rear courtyard. I had a metal bucket that I had persuaded a servant to let ..
Power: Chapter 3

Power: Chapter 3

A Chapter by Eva Sirois


The next morning I woke up with the bell, and rolled out of bed, groaning. I hated getting up in the morning. I dressed in my Hunter’s unifo..