Rise Up - A Fantasy Novel

[Rise Up]

Hm...not good.

[yee-haw]

But not bad.

[Rise Up]

This is what I have for now. Please critique it as you please and be serious about it. I'll add more when I finish my extended essay and have gotten all the rest of my work out of the way.

Everything was gone. His home, his family, his school, his friends and above all else his life for he lay on the ground dying, blood oozing slowly out of the several wounds he had suffered trying to fight off this new enemy. He had watched as they came slowly up the street throwing flames into homes and throwing ice shards into the bodies of those who tried to run. He had watched arrows, almost shimmering with a dark flame or covered in an eerie green glow, rip through unprotected bodies and cause the most horrific deaths. He had watched his son run out of the house and toward the car trying to escape, mind racing and incoherent in terror and watched as a large wolf detached itself from the group and jumped onto his son and ripped his body into shreds. His wife had run out of the house screaming for her son, for her child whom she had just seen ripped apart and who was also killed, not by the animal which killed her son but by a shard of ice which ripped into her and slammed her into the wall of their home, their burning home. He cried and cried but couldn’t bring himself to move out of pure terror. He had watched his family die, had led these….whatever they were to his home from his college, had watched as they followed him on massive beast covered in blood-matted fur. And now….they watched him as he died. They watched him and heard his final words. “What are you?”
All of it happened faster than the entire world could react. Cities were burning or already burnt by the time soldiers arrived and upon arrival these soldiers were usually wiped out to a man. Nothing could be learned about the beings destroying our cities and our towns and homes, nothing but that they could not be killed by bullets, by cannon, by anything in the massive arsenals of the greatest powers of our planet. They shrugged off bombs as easily as one would shrug off a mosquito and nuclear weapons did nothing but slow them down. In the end biological weapons were used, to no avail, as they were slow to fall under the influence on these weapons but quickly were cured of any ailments by what the combined forces of humanity were beginning to call shamans, in reference to the shamans of primitive cultures, due to their use of the elements to kill and heal.
Not one human on earth could figure out what these creatures were but many had various beliefs; aliens, elves, sasquatch, Aryans, gods, Atlanteans the list never ended and yet only a few seemed likely due to physical characteristics. Eventually, humanity decided that what they were up against were elves, not the elves of J.R.R Tolkein’s novels but the elves of nightmares, whose only goals were to kill and revel in the killing of humans. Little did we realize that we were just at the tip of the iceberg of destruction that would be wrought upon our world. Nations would die, peoples would die, peoples would be discovered, wars would be fought, nations destroyed and new frontiers discovered but a new humanity would rise up from the ashes and return order to the world, but before that happened, we had a lot to learn.

[ThatArgumentativeShit]

Pete, you know I love you to death. But, Carrot is right. You will grow out of this stuff soon. It'll happen.

[brownyadon]

I love to read fantasy novels. This is probably due to the natural curiosity and fascinated imagination inherent in nearly every young person like me. Older readers might enjoy Fantasy because of its imaginative scope, and also because of the uncanny ability fantasy has to show us aspects of our own lives in an otherwise far-fetched format.

[lshitt]

We all know you reside in The state of kentucky and we've been following you for several weeks...