the beggining of my nanowrimo story

National Novel Writer's Month started today, or yesterday I guess, it's late. Anyway, I began writing. I accomplished 1,103 words. I would have done more, but I was babysitting for six hours :P anyways, without any further adieu, here is the beginning of the Blue Flower State.
(please ignore the lack of indentations or new paragraphs, blogspot sucks for formatting stuff)
Her bicycle cut through the fog like a knife. Riding around the in the mysterious haze of an autumn sunset gave her a certain rush. Excited to arrive at the autumn festival, she pedaled faster and faster yet. After all, the autumn festival was the most tremendous celebrations of the year. It marked when the magic of the majestic city was in full circulation. The leaves turned the brightest of reds and oranges before the gently slipped off of the trees, and danced to the ground. Not only were the leaves in their most colorful state, but so was the city. Videpolís was alive with spirit. The walls of all the houses and buildings glowed with iridescence and life, as if freshly painted. Clothes had a new sheen. Even the people were more beautiful. The normally pale became tan, their hair vibrant with color, and their teeth, white as snow.
Charlotte was seventeen, with auburn hair, and dark skin. She lived in Videpolís, the most stunning city in the nation. With a large deposit of magik under the center of the city, everything was wonderful, all of the time. She had friends who enjoyed her company, family that loved her, teachers that introduced her to the real world, and guided her along the way.
Still on her bicycle, she turned her head left and right. On the left, a parade. The Duke and his wife riding on the back of an elephant, both were looking as beautiful as ever. The royal band was playing, and their shamans performing tricks with fire and lights. On the right side, she noticed six of her friends walking towards the heart of the festival in a sort of blob formation.
She whistled and their heads turned. Their faces lit up like they did whenever she showed up. The moment she stepped off her bike, she was bum rushed by her best friend, Cynthia.
“Charlotte!” Cynthia embraced her in a deathly bear hug. “It feels like forever since I saw you.” To Charlotte’s surprise, she squeezed even harder.
Charlotte began to beat upon Cynthia’s back until she got the message to loosen her grip. As she managed to catch her breath, with a grin on her faced, she wheezed out a sentence. “I saw you yesterday at school.”
Cynthia giggled. “I know, but it’s the autumn festival. Everything’s amazing today. What can I say?” Everyone giggled, as Charlotte gave hugs to everyone in the group.
After her welcomed embraces, Charlotte and her friends strolled down the street, about a block and a half away from the center of the celebration. As they walked, they passed at least one hundred stands, if not more. The streets were lined with desperate but optimistic venders. Gypsies offering their fortune telling services, proclaiming their mystic abilities of their so-called third eye, shamans and alchemists alike with hand made charms containing self-proclaimed defenses and powers. Odd looking characters swallowing fire, and of course some of them spitting it back up.
Charlotte bought two necklaces. One was in the shape of the sun, rumored to guide your way at night. The other was a silver chain with a rainbow colored orb with an aurora of colors, as if the northern lights were dancing on her chest. Her friend, Alexander, purchased a sleek knife made to hang from a back pocket. In it was an engraving of a lone wolf howling on a cliff top. This symbol was supposed to give strength to the holder when all alone.
By the time they made their way to the field where all of the people had gathered, the sun had set, and there were very few open spaces left. They threw down a few towels, and a blanket, and snuggled up tight. As the shamans sprayed magnificent fire works into the air, casting auroras in shapes, telling the city’s story, the duke’s booming voice surrounded the park, narrating the pictures in the sky.
In the clouds, appeared a lovely blue and purple display in the shapes of two opposing armies, head to head. The duke began to speak. “Hundred’s of years ago, when the Great Plains were ruled by popular religion and dictatorships, a war began. After several public insults made by the Christian nation towards the neighboring Muslims, tensions began to rise. After four long years of going back and forth, the Muslims finally became fed up, and invaded the Christian country.”
The purple and blue lights in the sky quickly became red and orange, resembling a towering fire over a city. “As the ravenous Muslim army stormed through the sleeping, unsuspecting capital city, they set buildings a flame, skewing anyone they saw.
“The Christian’s would have responded, but they were unable to, simply because the entire city was dead. The rest of their country was useless without their capital city, their government, their army.” In the sky, little brown figures were shown fleeing in boats and cars, down bloody red rivers, and gravel roads. “As the Muslim army retreated, satisfied with their destruction, there was a mass exodus of the Christian country. After twenty years, some Muslim explorers went back to the area, to find ruins of a once prosperous city, covered in forestation and wild animals. When the explorers reached the old capital building, they noticed that there was almost nothing left. It was completely destroyed, a pile of rubble on the ground. However, on top of the heap was something curious; a blue flower, almost a violet color, simply growing out of the remains.”
In the atmosphere, a picture of a blue flower was painted magnificently amongst a pile of black. “The lead adventurer, Aaizim, simply walked up, and picked it. Suddenly, he was thrust into a new world. He saw people digging below the capital building, and finding some sort of vibrant aurora, and afterwards, a prosperous city, not ruled by religion and dictatorships, but freedom and a fair monarchy.” Upon the clouds, a brightly colored city was scribbled. “When he awoke from his vision, he told his friends immediately what he saw. They later dug to this aurora and found that it indeed was magik. As they attracted free thinking people from around the continent, they formed a city ruled by a duke, a duchess, and a small group of senators. The flower that gave them the idea for this marvelous city became their symbol, and earned them the nickname ‘the Blue Flower State.’ Now, four hundred years later, I am proud to be carrying on my great great great great grandfather’s city the way he envisioned it.