So, I'm trying my hand at fanfiction once more, and I want to tell anyone who may still be watching me, thanks, even though I probably don't deserve it. Hope you enjoy.
Something about the crystal seemed off, but familiar. I couldn't seem to place it. Only when our party grew closer did I realize, the crystal was humming with energy. Usually, these magical crystals the dragons used for healing and regeneration glowed with vibrant colors, but this one was a dull purple, and other than the humming, could be mistaken as an average crystal formation. Too late did I realize where I recognized the purple crystal from. I was too slow to shout out my orders. Havnar touched the crystal with his paw, intending to collect it as we were required. Before I knew what happened, a bright purple flash illuminated the cavern, and everything went black.
What did you think? Constructive criticism welcome, and I need a beta. If interested, let me know. Accepting OCs. Preferably not pacifists, because this story follows a mercenary squad.