This Chapter... isn't exactly to my standards: it's too short, I'm sure there are lots of grammatical errors and there isn't enough fighting. But awhile ago I did say that I would be doing a rewrite of this story with a different start, so here it is. I' not sure that anyone will really like it but I just have to hope, and I also know that the TUC fandom is kind of 'dwindling' to say the least, from what I've seen it's getting smaller; so I hope that the current writers: me, Vengeous, DeathDrayanD, Ssi'ruuk, Gamblinman, goatcloud and a lot of others on both this site and others can bring it back to the places that it should be and make it just even a bit more well known and plentiful in the world.
But I guess I wont bore you with those details so please, read what I think I very unsatisfactory, but I promise that the next chapter will be much better.
I stared into the full body mirror as I contemplated my differences. Vikus once told me that being different meant that you were strong, but why was being strong so hard? Everybody seemed to avoid me and I would always catch them through the corner of my eye staring at me. When they spoke of me they would they would say Halflander with contempt. They hated me.
Why does hair and eye colour matter in a land with never-ending war? What is the difference between red and purple? What is the difference between black and silver? Vikus told me that it's just that, it's the difference that they fear. He told me that one day I would understand and when I do, the world would change.
But I don't want the world to change, all I want is acceptance. I don't care about peace and war, I don't care about life and death; for as long as I am accepted, I will help save the land from any war. Judith said that I was naïve and that women shouldn't go to wars but Solovet said that I should strive for anything and prove that women are powerful too.
Henry always pushes me around and Luxa just stands there, but when he isn't around she always has a way to get me back up. I don't understand her; why does she have to wait until he leaves to help me? I asked Charlie, Luxa's father, why and he said that she wants to be accepted by everyone just like me, so she hides that she cares for me. I guess I understand.
When I go to see Dulcet she always tells me that, "Luxa will be Luxa, and one day she won't be so afraid." Maybe she's right but I don't know, even Nerissa seems to tell me that Luxa will come around one day, though that day may be far away.
Everybody seems to tell me to stay strong, but why does being strong hurt so much?
When I woke up all I heard was screaming, and scratching. I was always wondering when the rats would invade Regalia and try and take the crown as their own, I guess it was now. I wouldn't say I was scared because I wasn't; I was numbed after the events of today. Over the years Luxa still didn't stop being mean to me, and it hurt.
I couldn't decide whether I wanted to just stay here or walk out of my room, my decision was made for me when I head a scream which sounded like Judith's. When I ran out, I wasn't as prepared for the sight that greeted me. For when I took that last step through the silky red curtain, all I saw was blood, it was almost like the hallway was trying to imitate the colour of my eyes.
But what I saw past all the red was what broke me, Judith, slaughtered. Her mouth was agape in what looked to be pain and her body was contorted in ways that a human body shouldn't. Above her stood a bloodstained silver rat with Charlie's crown on his head, Gorger. I had been told about him in my classes with Luxa that he was the 'king' of the rats and Regalia's sworn enemy.
His eyes met mine and his lips curved into a smile that froze me right to the soul, "Well hello there little pup." His voice was like a ghostly sound in the wind, unwelcome but you still couldn't tune it out, it claws its way into your head and tears your mind apart.
I couldn't move when he approached me or when his claw raked across my left cheek, marking me for all of Regalia to see and to strike fear into their eyes when they see my scarred face; I couldn't move when everything went black, and I couldn't move for a week after that.
So that was the prologue of my new version of this never ending story that I hope to create. Please review and give me your thought and opinions, good or bad criticism, maybe a follow? It really motivates me to write more.
-RW
May your life me shrouded in fortune, whether it be good or bad, remember, everything happens for a reason.