Nanowrimo Day 10: Checking In

So my word count right now is up to 15,257. I have to say that I am pretty impressed with myself. Through the end of this past Friday I was sitting at around 7,000 words. Nanowrimo stated that yesterday was supposed to be a "write in". I was to dedicate as much of the day as I could to just writing. 

I probably sat down to write for 5-6 hours and I cranked out another 7,000 words. My story is getting to the point where it is starting to find its stride and open up a bit. Hopefully things continue to be easy here on out. 

To close out this check in I will post up another unedited excerpt. 

Our eyes met and I could see the distress in them.  At that moment I saw and arrow fly in an strike her in the right shoulder and she lurched forward with her head jerking back as the impact of the arrow rippled through her body. I could see the tears in her eyes begin to well up. She fell down to her knees and braced herself with her shield arm. She struggled to pick herself up, but couldn’t.  The whole time we never lost eye contact, but I could see that this was not going to end well. The crowds pressed in upon all of us and just as I lost sight of Staia I could see her own her mouth to say something, tears streaming down her face. Just then she was covered in a crowd of people and I lost sigh of her as the rest of the phalanx crumbled under the weight of the raving mob and the ferry of arrows raining down. 

At this point i had no idea what had become the rest of the nobles of the procession. I can only presume that they have been overwhelmed as much as we have. As the crowd pushed in amongst us I fell back completely off my kneeling position. Hands were grabbing all around me and I suddenly felt a pair of arms grasp around my neck while several others reach for my shield and ripped it off of my arm, dislocating my shoulder in the process. I could feel the air being squeezed out of my lungs as I and the person who was holding onto me fell back in top of the young prince who was still lying on the ground. The world was beginning to get dark and a tunnel of swirling black began to fill my vision from the outside in. As the world was closing in on my vision I couldn’t help be be bewildered by the way I was dying. I had survived the army and countless battles in the great desert. For the past several years I have been a tradesmen guard crossing the wilderness and encountering everything from bands of marauders to wild beasts. Yet this, a frenzied mass of civilians during a celebratory processional was going to be how my life would end. I would be slowly choked out and suffocated. 

Just as the last glimmers of vision danced behind my eyes I suddenly heard felt a large flash of light which was followed by a crack lightning. And then everything went dark.