Just another story

by Kick-Flare

Its begins in Arabia, a young girl unknown to herself finds that she holds more power than anyone could have thought...but will it corrupt her?

1. Chapter 1

Hi Kick-flare with another story!

I know I write too much and don't finish… but Who ever said running a café was easy is drawing to a close, as for the other stories I find that they don't contain any sparkle for me to what to finish it. Sorry. Please read and review this story… I promise I will finish this one if I get five reviews for each chapter! Thanks!

Just another story Chapter 1 - its all about me (POV Harmony)

Hey, I'm Harmony Galtrien. I'm only 16 years old, but I feel a lot older. I guess that what happens when you spend your whole life in an Arabian training camp. I'm only half Arabic, a half-breed as the pure blooded would say, the half of my blood is Russian. I still have no idea as to who the man is who sired me. But I will say this much… when I get out of here, I'm going to find him. Although at the moment it's more of a case of if I get out of here rather than when.

I'm a blader like most of the people here. I have a bit-beast as well, her name is Draven; she is a western dragon and the most vicious thing you could ever hope to meet. I'm still only at level 2, the reason being I refuse to use to Draven to kill another bit-beast. But my skills surpass the level 6's with ease.

At the moment me and the other trainees are waiting out a sand storm. We don't have windows here because they are classed as distraction. The only time we leave this god forsaken building is for physical training. God I hate it. I'm no fighter in physical terms… my strength lies my agility, speed, endurance and quick wit. Then again my quick wit and sharp tongue often get me into trouble, many times I have gone into the beating room for shooting my mouth off, or as they phased it… being disrespectful to my owners, guardians and elders.

There's the bell…. Storms over. I sure hope that the walls have been damaged… it would make it easier to escape. Especially since they think we're all silent, obedient little girls who would fight to protect them but take the punishment they dish out to us so 'lovingly'. Feh… Bastards.

I guess its back to training.