Aspies For Freedom

I'm writting a fantasy novel, which I'm hoping to get published as a graphic novel really, although I've been really lazy about it recently. Anyway, it's about...wait I wrote down the synopsis.

Long ago the three races of dragon, wyvern and lindorm lived in relative peace and harmony. But political tensions between the dragons and wyverns soon lead to a *** backlash followed by a war more devastating than anything the world had seen. Entire civilizations wiped out over night, lesser races becoming mere pawns in a conflict they did not even understand. But one day both sides just grew tired of fighting and stopped. Yet a truce or ceasefire was never officially put into place and now five hundred years later the forces that once brought the world to edge of ruin…are returning.

Natasha is a 15 year old girl growing up in the small fishing town of Trinstrim and the daughter of a somewhat wealthy blacksmith. For Natasha, her biggest problem right now is trying to get out of an arranged marriage. Until one day she and her best friend Brandon discover an injured lindorm named Cran in the forest near their home. Feeling sorry she takes Cran in a cares for him.
However this lindorm soon brings some unwanted attention to Trinstrim. Ordered by their own king, the dreaded Lord Kreshkell and a cadre of eliet knights proceed to the town to capture the lindorm, and kill any and all who might have seen it. Managing to escape from the slaughter of their home Natasha, Brandon, and Cran find themselves under the protection of a mysterious stranger calling himself Phelan Nightrunner, and caught up in a deadly power struggle between the leviathans of air and fire…

So what do you guys think?

I love it tell me more.  Go for it.  You really have a gift of story telling and I want to hear more more more...

Prologue: Hey, watch this

The masked assassins came with flashing blades. The little lindorm ran through the forest as fast as he could. He ran as hard as his legs could carry him and then he ran further. Even though the assassins moved with an unnatural speed they allowed the lindorm to stay ahead of them. This is how they operated; they lived for the thrill of the hunt. But eventually they would tire and then they would sink their blades right into the lindorm’s neck.
The lindorm ran through the clearing of trees, and as he did a stray branch cut open the lightly scaled flesh beneath his eye, and fond a dead end. He had come out on top of a steep cliff, and below was a drop more then one hundred feet down. Being as distant relative of the dragons, the lindorm opened his mouth and fire shout out. The fire was caused by two glands inside the lindorm’s mouth that produced two very volatile chemicals that when mixed together created a strong and long burning fire. The lindorm sprayed the fire on the dried foliage in front of him, creating a semicircular barrier between him and his pursuers. Lacking the wings of his distant relatives the lindorm was backed up against the wall and had no choice but to stand and fight.
From out of the forest three of the assassins jumped clear of the flames. In the light the lindorm could make them out clearly now. Their skin was a dead pallid gray and they had long black hair. Their faces were hidden behind a set of emotionless masks, but sinister yet lifeless eye look out from them. They wore no shirts, just a pair of brown long pants. All three of them looked identical to one another; the only discernable features that could tell them apart were the weapons they carried. One of them carried a massive cleaver on the edge of a long pole arm, another brought a wicked scythe, and the last a war glaive. All of the weapons looked hundreds of years old, but they could cut through the toughest armor with ease.
The assassins closed in on the lindorm. The lindorm took a step back and shot a burst of flame at the one with the glaive. But he dodged it and kept coming. The one with the cleaver swung at the lindorm, the lindorm jumped back. But he lost his footing and slipped on the dried mud. The lindorm tried desperately to grasp a footing, but with only two hind limbs and no front pair it was a loosing battle. The cleaver took another swing but the lindorm ducked under. Suddenly the ground under the lindorm slipped away and he feel down the cliff into the trees below. The assassins looked over the cliff. They could not return to their master until they had the lindorm in captivity, but it would be impossible even for them to climb down that cliff. They turned back and took the long way down the mountains. In the distance the sun had begun to rise.

"Good but needs work", which really means pretty awesome.

Every first draft "needs work." Especially those things worth working on.