I began writing a book in September this year. It isn't done and I don't expect it to be any time soon, but I thought I'd give you a sneak peak of the magic going on in my head at the moment.
Prologue
A brisk wind filled the air of the barren plain. I walked slowly toward my opponent; fear consumed my mind, yet none escaped into the now increasingly tense stare in my eyes as the beast began to glare through his thick black fur. We began circling eachother. I looked anxiously for a weak point in his stance, but there didn't seem to be one. There wasn't anything I could do to kill him at the moment and I was running out of time.
In a split second, a sword appeared peircing through the fur of the beast. I watched wide-eyed and shaking with fear as the onyx black worgen fell to the ground, and the shining glisten of the sword tip slid with ease out of the worgen's body and back into its holster.
I then fixed my gaze on the worgen's killer and became flustered and angry. I glared at Zach. He held out his arms as if expecting a hug, but he had another thing coming. I raised my hand to slap him when he grabbed my wrist softly but firmly and pulled me into his arms. "Don't get angry just because I'm faster to get the kill, Kelsey," he said resting his head on my shoulder. "Alright, if your shirt weren't so soft, you'd be dead right now mister," I said annoyed by his arrogance. He just smiled and giggled at this and we rushed off to camp, his arm around me, and my hand in his.
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