Hey guys! This is a story I started writing a while ago and decided to continue it. I'm not finihsed yet, But I'm working on it. Please review and any constructive criticism is welcome. Also, suggestions and ideas help me write so feel free to offer some! :D
Chapter One: Lyanna
My long black hair ruffled in the summer breeze. The air was cool, 'a good day for hunting' I thought. My unnatural icy green eyes gazed around the forest, scanning for any signs of danger.
I don't have any human friends and I'm an outcast, but then again, I always have been one ever since the hunters killed my clan, The DarkBloods. I don't care anymore though. I've never trusted anyone or had any friends since; I detest friendship and think of it as unwanted baggage.
I stalked through the forest silently. Not a single movement or sound, no matter how tiny, could escape my ears. A branch from the tree above me creaked once then fell. I looked up and stayed where I was, merely jumping aside gracefully at the last minute as the heavy tree branch hit the ground beside me with a dull thud, muffled by the carpet of leaves. A grim smirk appeared on my face as I continued to stalk through the forest, coming to a silent stop as I heard something rustling in the bushes behind me.
Telling by the scent, I thought it smelled like a bird, possibly a small young fledgling pigeon. I slid a small dagger out of its sheath on my waist and then proceeded to fling it towards the spot where the rustling was. A small short screeching sound and a flutter of wings followed. All was silent again except for the rustle of leaves and the song of the birds' overhead. I stepped through the bushes and noted that I had guessed correctly. It was small pigeon and the dagger had hit it square in the heart. I pulled the small silver dagger out and wiped it on my jeans, leaving a trail of blood behind.
I picked up the dead pigeon and quickly filleted it. I then carefully wrapped it in leaves and placed in my satchel before jumping onto a high tree branch that gave me a view of the whole town. I was curious about the outside world. There was a huge crowd gathered at the centre today, something important was obviously happening. I shrugged. The outside world no business of mine. I jumped back down soundlessly onto the forest floor.
My parent's old wooden shack stood out in the distance. The house was well built and on the front door, the words DarkBlood were carved elegantly into the wood. The small house was of simple design, with only a room for dining, a kitchen and a small bedroom where my few belongings were. I had three simple sets of clothing, all made for hunting in the forest. I changed into a fresh set of clothing and looked around the house. There were only a few pictures of myself and none of my parents. I had torn the bad memories down years ago. In one of the portraits, my dark black hair was cropped short, my icy green eyes shining in the sunlight. I was laughing in the photo. I shook my head and frowned. I hardly ever smiled or laughed now; nothing seemed to make me happy or amused. I sighed softly and gazed into the forest, my icy green eyes widening as I felt the sharp prick of the dull edge of a blade pressing into side of my pale neck.
I know this first one is short but they do get longer! Hope you liked it! Please REVIEW :DD