Ravan, one of the seven sorrows of the Dragons Fame Guild, stood at the top of a cliff. All around him snow howled in a blizzard, whirling over mountain tops to land gently on towns far, far away.
Needless to say, Ravan{meaning Me} was not happy. "Can't you heat me up," I asked my little familiar, Flaimer.
"nuh uh," Flaimer said, "not happing, boss."
Serves me right, I grumble to myself, taking this stupid mission in the first place.
"well that's really useful, you know," I reply, just to keep the argument going. Anything to take my mind off the biting cold and the freezing snow drifts.
"look, I'm sorry, but I don't know any magic spells, and if I use my body heat, you would burn, oaky? so leave me alone," Flaimer finished with a sulky tone.
Great. Now it was going be imposable to talk to him for the rest of the way home.
"come on, Let's go home," I say, turning around and walking down the cliff slope.
"Umm, Ravan," something in his tone warns me.
"yes?" I reply.
"Turn around."
"Oh crap!"
okay, so that is my preview. what do you think of it?
please review. for the record, most of my stories won't be so short.
-the shadow king.
aka that evil person you know.