A/N: The so spectaculary crap fanfic that i wrote for an english essay, its obviously a Darren Shan fanfic, but completely out of canon
the question below, that we did in english
Write in a form appropriate to your purpose
and the sentence we HAD to start with!
He told me one last story. He used his aged, ruined voice like an old mans hands to pick the lock on his past
if you feel like doing it, do it...and story genre whatsoever!
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He told me one last story. He used his aged, ruined voice like an old mans hands to pick the lock on his past he looked at me with his wrinkled, broken face with the long scar running down his cheek, his left hand shaking as he put it on his lap, his right hand slowly moving up towards his foehead, as his middle finger touched his forehead and the two fingers next to it touching his eyelids and saying "Luck to you Larten."
I was confused at this, what did Darren mean, Larten??, who was this man, i opened my mouth to speak, then saw his face and stopped.
It was a look of pure pain, and longing, a look that didnt suit my master, the prince of the mountain, one of the last ever to remember the 'War of the Scars' one of the last to remember the traitor Kurda Shmalt, the one who stopped the peace we had with the Vampaneze, the one who basically killed the great leader Paris, the one who broke Darrens heart, the one who had caused a similar look of pain on my masters face, but never as strong as this, never the same look of longing, as if wishing that he had chosen a different life.
His voice inturrupted my thoughts'
"Harkat Mulds" his low ancient voice rumbled throughout his room
"Yes Darren" my quiet, quick eager voice asked, Darren looked at me, he looked at me with a look that made me think that i had spoken to quickly
"Harkat...you remind me....of your....father..he...was...almost..like you" his pauses in his words, to speak unnerved me, my brother Sam had spoken like that right before he died, how Sam had his face in this same look of pain and longing..in Sam i coud see a slight look of happiness, as if he knew he would get to see our father again
"What do you mean Darren, like my father" i asked quizzicaly
"Your...Father..Was...Like...You..." he whispered softly
"Shh, Darren conserve your strength...do you want me to get Semma for you?
"..Yes..."
All it took for Darren was to utter a single word aand i was off like a rocket.
I walked slowly to the door and started to race to Semmas rooms, Semma was one of the vampireze, the mix of the two races. The vampets worshipped him as did the vampirettes he was like a god to them. THE one who stopped the war of the scars,