Hi, this is Occea, a weird twelve year old girl who loves to write. This is technically my
Second fan-fic, as I deleted my other story that I decided was pretty crappy. Please R&R, thanks.
PROLOUGE
It felt like one of those nights where you knew something would go wrong, a young 14 year old girl thought to herself. She pretended to be a boy, and that never settled well when townspeople found that part out, along when they also discovered that she was wanted person, it never ended well.
She worked at the inn, cleaning tables, chopping wood, anything that would allow her to stay an extra night, no serious business or trouble. But yet, the feeling she had kept bothering her. Normally she felt queasy after she came out of the inn filled with drunks and sweat from a long day of work, but not before. Her mother always told her to trust her gut, no matter what. She had done that alright, seven times, and each time ended up with a warning sign and banishment. It wasn't her fault she was born as a witch; the ability to blend shadows, conjure fireballs, control water. It was a curse that put her through this.
Since she wasn't able to use magic openly, she would often ask the older boys how to fight, hunt, track, and she even used to be a thief. She could walk as lightly as a cat, often using magic to her use. She had learned how to knife throw from her grandfather who used to do it for fun when he was younger, along with sword fighting. All of these things came in play when she needed it most, when she was powerless.
She sighed, it was probably nothing, just probably a drunk getting mad, starting a fight, etc. She made her way back from the old abandoned farm she was using for now as a shelter, walking past the stables. She glanced in, nothing really special about the horses, tall, brown, black, dull. She continued on. She went to the well and brought up a bucket of water, spilling some on her shirt. She came through the back way, making sure not to disturb the early drinkers. As she opened a door, a voice came to greet her, "Ello Zach, thanks for bringing the water, need it for coffee!" the voice said, which belonged to Jeremy, one of her only friends. Zach was her fake name, Zilla being her real name, she nodded, not saying anything, and smiled. She talked when nesessarray, otherwise she didn't. It was always a risk to see if they would see through her disguise.
She put the water bucket down by the door, making sure it didn't block the entrance. She stuck her head out the door, peeking to see how many customers were there. So far only eight, but yet it was only five o'clock. She looked down at the bar, seeing if there were any orders yet, only one. Fantastic, she hated attention being drawn to herself. She walked all the way out and picked up the paper, it read Sterling table 13, lamb stew. She glanced over and saw the figure; he was dressed in a black shirt and pants, a sword hanging from his belt. Something looked oddly familiar about the figure, but she couldn't place it… yet.
She stuck her head back in the kitchen and called, "JEREMY, where is the lamb stew for table 13?" She yelled in her boys' voice, which sounded very convincing. "Cooper is getting it out of the stove," He called back. Cooper was the owner of the inn, and a pretty nice and generous man, very justice, just don't piss him up. Cooper came up with the bowl on a tray, his practically bald head glistening with sweat from the stove. "Here you go Zach, its hot, make sure you warn him 'bout it." He said, nodding to himself. Zilla nodded in response, already out in the inn with the stew. She walked back into the corner where table thirteen was, and put the stew down. Before the man could dig into it, she warned him it was hot. The man looked up at her face with a dark brown pair of eyes, a snarl forming in his mouth. Then a realization crossed his face. He stood up suddenly, yelling at the top of his lung one word that haunted her life forever, "WITCH!" Knocking the bowl of stew over too, some of it burning her own skin.
Cooper and Jeremy ran out from the kitchen, Cooper with a knife in hand, Jeremy oddly enough with a frying pan. The inn was silent, the man panting, Zilla glaring into his eyes. Cooper was the first to react, "Zach, who is this man!" He half shouted angrily, the other questioned. The man answered before Zilla could respond. "I'm Sterling, a man who has seen the wicked this Witch has done!" He screamed, terror and anger covering his face. Zilla could feel the stares of the people, now more people from the street filled up, hearing the yelling going on. They were not staring at her, but rather her own hand. She looked down, and saw a small ball of fire coming off.
"Witch" a murmur went through the crowd, becoming louder and louder until one after another screamed, "Kill the WITCH!" It was Sterling who attacked first. Using his hands, he swung a roundhouse blow, aiming for her face. She quickly ducked under it, jabbing her elbow into his stomach, and then conjured a small fume of smoke and casted it in his face, making him blind for the moment. Then using the plate on the table, she whacked him across the head, rendering him unconscious. She retreated, aiming to go through the kitchen and out while everyone was in shock. She sprinted across the room, only meeting a whack in the face with a metal pan, a cut opening up above her eyebrow, a bloody lip and nose, and a distant voice shouting at her, recognized as Jeremy's, one of her only friends in the world. "Why, Zach? Why? Why didn't you tell me you were a witch, a girl?" The rest was a blur, as she felt herself fall to the ground, head hitting the edge of the bar.
She tried to fight back when feeling herself get dragged across the room, when she got one hand free, she conjured a fireball, and not caring what happened, sent it flying through the air, immediately setting fire to the inn. One or two cursed as the flames licked at their lives, destroying the inn bit by bit.
She was left alone now, mind on a brink of darkness, with sweat and blood falling from her face. A beam fell close to her, knocking a table down on her. She grimaced in pain as it hit her ribs, probably injuring them, o breaking one. A piece of wood flew through the air, and hit her head, allowing the darkness to consume her and pain overflows her.
Gillan saw the plume of smoke escape from the small town of Lae ahead. He urged his horse, Blaze, faster, planning on saving whoever was trapped in the building. What happened, who got injured? Questions filled his mind, more and more each one sounding like Will, his mentor's apprentice.
So yea… my first chapter of this fans fiction. I normally make something really stupid, put too much detail in, too less detail in, it all really depends. If you have any tips to make it better, let me know, or actually any tip at all. I am open to suggestions for later in the book, but my crazy mind has started to fill in the chapters.
Give me your opinion as well if you would like. Hope you somewhat enjoyed. =)
-Occea
