Hello! I am starting this author's note with this: I AM NOT STOPPING /The Prince's Theif/ it's on hold while I re-write all the chapters my computer deleted. So this is just my new story to keep you (and my imagination) at bay.
I am not responsible for any bodily injury, emotional trauma etc. that you may experience in reading this prologue.
Summery: Unlikely. (un-līk′lē) adj. 1. Not likely; improbable. 2. Likely to fail. Well, Mr. Webster, you have /no/ idea what unlikely is.
Rough vegetation pulled at her clothes and marred her skin. Blood dripped from her skin to the thick wooded ground, the eerie silence surrounded her as the thick trunks of towering woods. Exhaustion takes its toll as her weakening muscles bring her to her knees, falling in a heap on the forest floor guarded by the strong stance and fierce posture of the trees enclosing her frail, spent form from the harsh world that threatens her.
She's slipping, slipping into unconsciousness. Slipping into another world. A world that won't hurt her. A world that won't try to change the unchangeable. A new world. A better world. A world of truth. A world of fantasy; reality. Lies and faith. She is untouchable there. She is safe. Slipping into a world of pure darkness.
THIS IS THE ONLY CHAPTER THAT WILL BE THIS SHORT. And that is because it's a prologue. So bare with me and chapter one will be up later today/early tomorrow morning. (which is the same for me as I savor the last week of summer DX)
Anyway, reviews make the world go round and keeps me from exploding as my only current source of entertainment is the first five seasons of /Bones/ that I found on Netflix. (I love Bones) so help me avoid thinking of my impending doom—school. Say something funny in a review and I will warship at your feet. *bows deeply* well I have to finish chapter one so I leave you with this blue button. Click it and magic will happen.