
sparrow
The Origin
Don't laugh, but remember when Minecraft first became big when we were kids and there were a hundred different other sandbox games made like it? Think SurvivalCraft and Eden and maybe Roblox if you're feeling it. Well, playing these was a little girl with undiagnosed ADHD and a rampant imagination that made up stories for every world she created. This is where Sparrow was born.
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The first draft of this novel was written back in 2014 when I was barely even 12 years old, filled with overdramatisations of EVERYTHING, a BUCKET full of cliches and SUPER cringy character arcs that no longer exist (I'm sorry, young Sienna).
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During the time of writing this first draft, I was heavily into novels set in medieval kingdoms that had no magic or fantasy elements. I had only found a small handful of novels like this and was determined to introduce the writing world to more.
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I knew at the age I was writing that my skills weren't where I wanted them to be, so almost a decade later I returned to the idea with half a university degree under one arm and 10 years of thinking about my characters under the under.
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Below, you can read the prologue to Sparrow, accompanied by audio from the novel's protagonist (they had phones in medieval Europe; it's a known fact).
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To my Pawn,
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It is set. The deed will be done. In your delivery, you will find all you need to perform the job.
On People’s Day, the Royal Court opens its doors to those living beneath them. Each and every person in the city is expected to be there, and if they’re not, they can burn.
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I do not mean harm, please understand. As you’re fulfilling your duties, remember, that this will bring us one step closer, and you as my Pawn will stand beside me through this journey, as you have from the beginning.
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You shall be rewarded, as I expect you would assume, and it will be hefty. Enough to live out your life with your family in peace. Despite my actions, I am a family man and understand their importance to our strength.
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Speak to no one. Think of no one. Look at no one.
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Burn this letter as you do the city.
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T.D.


