1 Edited because the formatting was horrid.
Alright just so you know I am still going to continue with my first story. But am just going to start working on another story that I have had for a long time. I have been typing this story on my computer at home for a while and since I can't put my story up from there or even save them on disk I will start putting up this story here but it will not come as soon.
I will work on this one either once a week or after I have finished a
chapter from my other story. I will tell you a little about my
character here since I can't quite fit in all of the details about my
character in my story that would fit in context. Sara is a facial
reconstruction artist. She is called on in certain criminal
investigations when they want their victim to have their face so that
they can be ID'd or told where the victim was last seen. If you watch
CSI then you might know the job I am telling you about. Well here
goes. By the way POV
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The cliff wall nearly empty at the moment aside from Sara Moore she was climbing up the wall and was going at a steady pace. She has climbed many times before and knew her limits. She climbed at this pace for about four hours before she stopped for lunch. She had packed a small lunch but it was good enough to keep her going. She was sitting on a small cliff with her harness keeping her from falling should anything happen. Sara was just about to get off the cliff when she accidently bumped her head on the rock. She stopped to consider the echo that she heard. It did not come from the outside.
She put her ear against the cliff and knocked it with her knuckles. There was a resounding echo from inside the rock. It was hollow. She grabbed her pick and started chipping the rock away. It was 4 o'clock by the time she opened a hole big enough for her to even think about going in there. When she walked in she found herself in a large cave that had a big chasm in the middle of it. Sara looked around the room and didn't see much of anything special except for in a corner of the room that she could walk towards.
She thought she was seeing things but when she walked closer she saw a skeleton in the corner of the room. The skeleton in the corner was clad in plate mail and had a big sword beside him. Sara just walked up to the skeleton to see how much rust if any was on the armor that the guy was wearing and took out a small brush and the second she tried to dust a sample off of the armor the room seemed to tip on it's side and Sara was falling into a big black pit. -
He was falling into what he didn't know and where he was going to end up he was even less certain. He had been in a fight with a man who wielded a strange sword in some ways even stranger than the one he used. And to his utter shock he had been defeated. The air that was passing through his armor tasted stale and old, as he was falling. Everything was a blur to him as the world seemed to go farther and farther away from him. And that was all that he could remember about a certain day three years ago.
Even so he has felt strange since then as if he has missed out on
years worth of sleep. And the majority of his time has been spent
doing that-sleeping.
His dreams were always disturbing they were
mostly of many villages that were burning and yet he felt no urge to
even try to help them and after they were reduced to ashes he felt no
remorse as he walked away from the villages. -
I know this is short. But what do you think? I will continue this and the chapters will be longer, as I go along.
