WHAT SHOULD I DO?
IDK WHAT TO WRITE!
AND I HAVE SHORT MOTIVATION BLEH T_T
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE! MY CREATIVITY IS SUPER BAD! Well, there goes my creative writing... -cries-
I'm such a NaLu fan, sorry for peeps into Nali, or into NatsuxErza (idk their ship name)
The first chapter probably won't have any Lucy presence in it though. There might be another guild member. Random...might be Gray or Erza...or me jk.
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He was floating in nothingness.
He didn't know anything…anyone…
Not even himself.
Suddenly, a platform disrupted his flight. He cried painfully on contact and rolled down a slope. His back then struck the wall as it shrieked in surprised terror. Sliding noises sung in front of him, pushing him into a small room, so tiny that he had to crouch. Grinding noises were heard as his cramped box shivered, slowly inching its way downward. He scrambled madly around, his stomach lurching at the metallic screeches that hissed at his ears. There was no source of light. He reached around but only felt hard uneven concrete biting the tips of his skin. To his dismay, his box slowly swayed ominously back and forth, replaying itself like a pendulum of a clock. His stomach churned nauseously, and he felt the need to vomit. A bland moldy smell added to his nausea.
His room then abruptly reached a stop, throwing him forward and causing him to slam his head against, luckily, a metallic wall. Only his left hand scraped the menacing concrete. The metallic wall groaned and slowly tilted back, stretching its stiffness. To his horror, a minuscule light pierced into his darkness as he instinctively covered himself with his hands, helpless against the unknown scene. Despite his squeezed-shut eyelids, he realized it was gradually growing brighter. He hugged himself tighter, covering his ears to the deafening moans.
Finally, a slam echoed throughout his box. He squirmed, shivering. A thought arose in his mind. This is fear. He tasted the word. Fear. It didn't sound pretty, but he was sure it described his situation perfectly. Nothing happened. Silence endured. For once, his eye was tempted to crack one look outside. He resisted and remained huddled.
After what seemed like an hour, he slowly slipped off the edge of resistance. The box groaned softly, almost like it was coaxing the boy outside, and it waited patiently. Even his "curiosity" pushed him. A chirp flowed into his ear, causing him to have a mini seizure. It's just…a "bird" he told himself, comforting his panicking heart. He loosened himself. Again the silence endured as the box groaned tiredly. Just one peek…he admitted.
At first, he couldn't see anything. The light blinded his eye. Stars twinkled in his vision as he struggled to retain his composure. His body swayed a little, and his head spun in confusion. Blinking, a surrounding eventually formed before him. It wasn't what he had expected.
Spiraling around the landscape, trees lavished the scenery as the grass stretched lazily across the ground. It welcomed him softly, contrasting against his dull, rotten shelter. Dots of light decorated the forest, and judging by the shade, it was sunset.
Reacting normally, he stepped out but caught himself. He sniffed the air instinctively.
No presence.
Gingerly he climbed out of the box and landed on the soft grass. His fingers touched the green substance. It felt like hair as it kissed his concrete-bitten pads. Grinning, he petted it some more. Something crinkled to his left. He ignored it and continued to smile goofily.
A slam echoed behind him and caused his smile to fall. His orbs widened, realizing what had just closed. Whipping around, he ran towards his shelter, which closed, and attempted to claw back inside. The box stubbornly stayed shut and only groaned in response to his attempts. Above the box, a chain pulley latched itself to the top, shrieking upon contact. Grunting through hard effort, it slowly lifted the boy's doomed haven. Weary, as if it had completed the procedure millions of times before, the pulley creaked slowly, aching its joints. It complained like an old man, coughing its way upwards while he helplessly grabbed at the box, only to slide off due to the slickness of its texture. Taking another swipe, he missed and yelled in frustration. The machinery only laughed condescendingly at his efforts.
Giving up, his eyes trailed to the final speck. It glowed eerily blue before dissipating into the nothingness of the sun-splattered sky. He sunk to the ground, unable to decide what to do.
In his confusion, he didn't realize the padded steps that were slowly approaching him. The edge of his peripheral vision latched onto a hint of red, no scarlet, that danced with the wind. Slowly, he turned his head, facing a fair maiden of armor, who only looked back in shock. Her bangs ran past her hazel eyes as, due to the boy's surprise, her left eye welled up in tears. She reached for him, unable to trust her eyes. He was in front of her. Alive. And well.
"…N-Natsu?"
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-ends- ok, the end. jk.
it'd really help if you guys could provide some constructive criticism :DDD just don't overdo it. you'll trample my egoism.
aha...-faceplants the ground- thanks for reading this ahah...i'm sorry i wasted your timeee aohaowhgoghgaow
i wonder what it would look like if i banged my head on the keyboard 3 times. hjfhfgf ...not what i expected.
note: my friend read this and said it sounded like maze runner's beginning. i haven't read it yet (i'm sorry, fans), and i heard the movie was coming out soon. :OO gotta read it.
my intro birthed from my idea of amnesia with my other idea of the dystopian theme. don't worry, i won't erase their magical powers. cuz i like them. except i suck at fighting scenes so i won't do it a lot. lol.