Well, I decided to make another story because of, you guessed it, a dream! XD I'm so fucking lame :) Well, hope you guys like this :)
Brewing Storms
Prologue
I was cursed. That's all there is to it. My mother is a witch and my brothers... well I only know one of them.
Well, my fate is to die, not peacefully, but painfully and broken. My half-brother (actually, I'm not sure of his gender) that I know of is Chrono, a manifestation of my sick, twisted 'mother,' Medusa, one of the most evil witches in the world.
As you can tell, the only one that I care for is Chrono.
To explain myself, I am Medusa's daughter, made from some poor guy's genes that fell for her seduction. I do know his last name, though: Eater, so that gives me a little hope of finding a lot more family than what I have now.
Anyways, my name is Storm Eater. I am one-fourth witch, one-fourth keishen, and one-half meister. My witch side comes from Medusa, I'm half meister from my father (thank god!), and the keishen side comes from Medusa's sick experiments that she conducted on me. I'm so glad Chrono didn't go through them like I did.
But you're thinking, That's a lot of power! Shouldn't you be able to break away from Medusa? I scoff at your stupidity. You really think Medusa would go slack on me? NO! You don't see me running around the streets, tasting freedom, do you?
Well, to explain, she put some kind of spell on me to hold back on my weapons and, as a precaution, chained me to a brick and steel-enforced wall with magic chains. She's also locked my weapons away.
Weapons, you ask? Well, they came to me. They explained that they just sensed me somehow, but they could also tell that I was part keishen, but came anyways. They both turn into katanas, Japanese swords that are very strong. They're twins, one boy and one girl. Sora is the older twin with black hair and bright blue eyes. Katrina is the younger twin with dark gray hair and matching blue eyes with her older brother.
But thanks to Medusa, they're both locked away in an armory somewhere in their weapon forms at the moment. I really hate it that they were treated that way, so you can imagine my anger at the moment.
A white piece of my hair flew in front of my face. I grew irritated and blew it out of the way. It kept coming back each time though, so I left it there. I groaned. "So not cool..." I whispered to myself.
Hope you guys liked this :) I've been working on this for a couple of years and I've been editing it to fit my current style, so I do hope it isn't too bad.
Too bad it's so short though :(
Review, please :)