Blood Stained Kiss

Preface

Shard

A lone star sat side by side with the silver moon. The moon was casting her peaceful glow upon the earth beneath, and just as the sun might, she liked to watch the earth and she liked to share it with the star. Because the star might not be able to see the earth from its great distance beyond.

I liked to think the silver moon watched me, and approved of me, but I was sure she did not.

Because no matter how hard I scrubbed and scratched, the blood on my hands would never come off. This was my life; nothing could change the course of events that had led up to this moment.

I tried not to think about that, nothing was worth the torment of living the past. Even though I deserved it.

I sat on the rising slope of a hill, at my feet sat my shield, in my hand rested my spear. In my eyes I beheld the moon, and its friend star.

The slight breeze raked tendril thin hands through the tresses of my brown hair; I had bound it loosely in a plat but it never stayed flat. No, nothing was ever straight or simple.

I wore my armour; it covered my belly, torso and waist and then frayed into metal plates that formed a skirt. My soft leather boots were covered in a metal plate that ran from my heels to my knees. With every small movement the armour clinked. I regretted being forced to wear it, having no choice in the matter, because if I were to chase something it would hear me coming a mile off.

I sighed.

I couldn't escape my duty.

I turned to the castle that sat over the sloping hill, it was a dark smudge against the inky blue sky. The castle was tall, imposing, surrounded by an equally impression town that thrived behind its tall stone walls.

But here I sat, my back to the castle and its high walls. Facing the moon and the night, the forest and the creatures of darkness. I was the defence, the only other barrier against enemy attack.

I heard a low bird call slice through the night air and I turned my head to one side to hear it clearly. Three chirps and a low twitter. I nodded to myself. Turning to face the opposite way I echoed the chirps and twitters. After a moment I heard it again, and then somewhere far far off it sounded again.

No one had spotted any trouble.

Yet I itched for a fight.

Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster and a cold smile curve my lips. I was thirsty for blood and bruises.

The moon had this effect on me, as did the night wind and the smell of the breeze rippling through the forest to twine around me. They thought I wasn't human, but I wasn't one of the monsters either.

Not entirely, anyway.

Hey, this is Emily :)

I hope you enjoyed the Preface for Blood Stained Kiss.

I really like the idea I have for this story, Shard is the main character. And she isn't scared of the dark.

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