The picture that comes to my mind while sitting down to write this story is that of a battle-weary warrior hiding behind a worn leather mask. My protagonist, General Xiao Hong, sat astride his horse and looked out at the aftermath of the battle. His long, raven-black hair was tied in a simple knot, framing a face chiseled by the many years of hardships and wars.
I envision his eyes, deep and piercing brown, reflecting a thousand words unspoken. His eyes traverse the battlefield-the scattered bodies of the enemy, groans of the wounded, and tired faces of his own men. And with each word I write, the burden of Xiao Hong's story slowly settles upon me. A tale of war and sacrifice, honor, and loyalty.
But it is also a story of love and redemption, of what the human spirit can put up with in order to rise above misfortune. I see Xiao Hong's body, scarred from the battles he has seen, his left leg twisted at an awkward angle. I feel a well of pain and weariness that he feels inside, the knowledge that he will be called on to fight again, to sacrifice again.
And in the middle of war and chaos, there is this peace settling upon Xiao Hong; it's a peace based on knowing he did his duty-he fought for what he believes in. I would love to continue writing with a picture in my mind of the future of Xiao Hong and possibilities that:.
I can see him meeting a young woman, Mei Xing, who is the daughter of a humble duke. I feel the sparks flying between them, growing into something more than a mere attraction. But I am also cognizant that their love will not be without its problems. Obstacles will have to be surmounted, and challenges faced. Xiao Hong's past coming back to haunt him and Mei Xing fighting her own demons.
Yet, I firmly believe that even in the most dire adversities, their love shall survive-a shining light, guiding star-like, to pierce through a world of darkness and uncertainty. Writing, for me, is both exciting and a time of great anticipation. I know Xiao Hong's story will be one of epic scope: a tale of war and love, sacrifice, and redemption.
And herein lies the telling of a tale that I was called upon to tell-a narration which, in my heart I hope, may stir my readers' hearts and is about their struggles and triumphant victories regarding their own vulnerabilities. It's a story and privilege I feel privileged to be able to share with you.