Hey everyone this is the first fantasy story I've written so far. I'm not too sure yet what it's going to be a fanfiction on probably a combination of several different fantasy stories like Eragon, Lord of the Rings and Narnia. So yeah tell me what you think so far if it's horrible if it's good whatever you want. I'm working on the first chapter but it might take a long time since I love making my chapters long like at least one thousand words long. Enjoy!
Introduction
I no longer hear the soft bleating of the sheep or smell the scent of freshly picked hay. Silence drags me out of my dream reality as sunlight shone in my face making me squint. I realize I have fallen asleep again when I was supposed to be watching the herd. Cursing under my breath, I begin to scan the meadow searching frantically for any sight of the animals. Most of them have run off so it means I will need to find them, otherwise, we will have little to eat this year. As I climb down the steep precipice, I can sense something is wrong. Every nerve inside of me is telling me to run. Run far away from this place as if something terrible has happened. Shaking off my feelings I slowly make my way down. As I reach the bottom. There are no noises…quietness fills the air except for a soft crackling, as if a giant fire was burning something. I look up.
Black smoke fills the air. I gasp in amazed horror as I realize the homes of my village are on fire. I begin to run faster as my heart beats wildly in fear and excitement. As I reach the edge of my village, horror fills my eyes. There has been a slaughter. Families lying dead on the ground while their homes and crops are burning. I walk farther into the village all the while my stomach feels as if I will become sick. I cannot stand anymore blood…..or the twisted look of pain and horror in their faces. Then I see my family. Dead…dead like everyone else. Their life has been sucked out of them by these ruthless murderers. I feel the ground swaying before me as if the world is being spun like a top…everything goes black. It feels like hours later.
The sun is high in the sky now and the fire has stopped. I cannot look at anyone for it is too painful. Blindly I stand up yet want to get as far away from this graveyard as I can. I feel myself take off in the direction of the hill. Stumbling up the hill, I cut my knee. Blood rushes out falling on the stones like tiny rubies. It is making me feel sick again as I remember those faces and bodies which will haunt me for the rest of my life. I cannot believe all this is happening….I wish it was all a dream and I will awake soon and find it was just a nightmare. Shame washes over me, if only I hadn't fallen asleep.
I was sleeping while everyone else was dying...this is my entire fault; if I had been there I could have helped them. The top of the hill grows closer now. Grief fills my heart. I can no longer contain it. I fall to the floor sobbing for everything that I have lost…I feel so frightened, angry, and despairing. I do not know what to do or where to go. I have nothing behind me or before me. I am alone without friends or family. I continued on aimlessly, not knowing where to go, just hoping to find a safe haven away from the malevolent murderers…. away from the malevolent murderers, whoever, and wherever they are.