Hey everyone! I know that the summary is pretty crappy but this story is a birthday present for my soul sister McKennaCarson15, she's absolutely the best person on this world so it would also mean a lot to both of us if you check her out. This story is also set out after the Serpentine War – the first one. For now, enjoy :)
Chapter 1
The Lone Wanderer
'Fourteenth of March, 1995'
The lingering light was demolished by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast region of jet-black that engulfed the forest. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was a sufficient amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The calm lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling collection of glittering stars. Despite the darkness, a lone figure hiking along the mountains didn't stop to rest for the night for even for a break. Her leather and worn out boots sink into the snow with every step she took and her tattered coat managed to keep her body heat in but she still could feel the cold the wind brought when it brushed passed her. Her honey eyes adapted to the darkness fairly well, she could easy see the pine trees that would loom over her, nearly as tall as sky scrapers. Not a single bird chirped for it rested in its nest.
'The Lone Wanderer' is what most people call her. It wasn't that hard to miss her when she comes into town. Her blazing, copper red hair always fell in ripples to adorn her father's leather coat which covered the scars that she obtained from her fierce battles back in the days of the Serpentine war. Her oval-round shape held the exquisite blue eyes that you could ever find in these lands. They weren't the ordinary sky blue or the baby blue; her eyes were blue like the night sky, a dark navy blue with tiny speaks of aqua surrounding the pupil. Her skin wasn't fair or creamy or even pale, it used to be but now it's nothing more than a medium beige colour; darker than average but not too dark. Her sharp facial features shows the hardships she went through in those wild days; the high cheekbones, set forehead and strong jawline which support a scar running along the left side of it. However, her face showed nothing but youth. To her it was a curse; to be forever young. While she stays young, the people around her grow old until they perish but of course, that wasn't how her family went down.
The girl merely sighed at the thought of her family and she knew it was better to not think about them at all and just move on otherwise how else could see deal with other people's death? One method of hers was just to not talk to anyone at all and just appear cold. How could you mourn for friends if you don't have one? It was just much simpler that way.
Click. Click. Whir. Whir.
The adolescent stopped in her tracks and instantly posed the wooden staff she had in her hands. Her keen ears continued to hear for the machinery she heard much earlier on. Her starry eyes searched through the darkness but couldn't see more than the snowy terrain and the pine or birch trees that loomed over her. However her blood ran cold when a pair of glowing pale blue eyes appeared out of nowhere, they were bright enough to light the dark surroundings. To her utter surprise, this was the most interesting thing she has seen since the past two decades – of course it was second to the humanoid snakes. The thing that was in front of her resembled a robot. Maybe because it is a robot Stupid. The girl thought to herself as she inspected the machinery.
The large robot was at least double or triple the size of her lengthwise while it was six times or more wider than her. It was made from bronze or a coppered coloured medal. It's upper body was an inverted triangle to make the shoulders look large – they also support a gun on each. Instantly the wanderer knew she was at a disadvantage. She was tiny compared to this thing and it had guns while she had a wooden staff. Knowing she was at a disadvantage excited her. One, she gets a challenge and two, if she dies, she dies. No more living this life where you see people you care for die. She knew suicide could have easily fixed that problem but she wanted to go down in honour, not in a cowardly way.
The machine seemed to remain still but in a blink of an eye, it sprang into action. It charged towards her, it's bulky arms swinging back and forth in a large pendulum as if to gain momentum while it's large feet kicked the snow behind it. Within arm's reach, the wanderer reacted by ducking down underneath its extended arms and spinning around with great speed and struck her wooden staff against the back of the robot. Due to the age of the staff, it immediately splintered apart, making the girl hiss and curse under her breath. Just as she threw the broke piece of wood away, a loud clonk of metal was heard right next to her ear, followed by excruciating pain which explode along the back side of the head. Everything went downhill from there. The freezing stabs of icicle were felt around her face and hands as her clothing protected her skin from direct contact with the snow. But her head never stopped spinning. It felt like her mind was spinning around slowly and the world beneath her was rotating. It was only a matter of seconds after the blow to the head did the Lone Wanderer's starry eyes closed shut, shutting out the world.
What do you guys think? I absolutely love advice and constructive criticism so I can improve my writing. And don't worry, she's not dead. Her name will remain as a mystery too and Zane and Dr Julien will make an appearance in the next chapter so sit tight. But thanks for reading!