A new story, and a new start. I failed my other one, but I may continue it at some point, probably not. So please, don't hold your breath. I would like you to enjoy this other one because I got lazy and had some school problems. Sooooooo, yeah. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Introductions… Sort of
Okay, so somehow I ended up about to be ripped apart by about twenty-seven Hollows. It really isn't pleasant being trapped in a corner with a bunch of dead guys carrying old, rusty, broken shortswords that look like they would really hurt if they could actually pierce your skin. My first thought after that was, "Goodbye world, I'm a crap fighter anyway." Well, that's what I would have thought had I not been saved by some mystery knight. My knight in shining armor, except for the fact that he is probably the most despicable man I've ever met.
He stole my sword. Yes, he stole it. When I asked what I could do to thank him he took my sword and said, "Thanks for the new weapon, my collection was getting a bit dull." I need that sword, it is a cursed family heirloom, meaning that if I don't get it back, I will be haunted by spirits of my ancestors until the original task it was meant for is completed. I never liked my aunt, she did stab me in the stomach and I'm afraid as to what power she could have as a spirit. Time to get that sword back, no matter what the cost. As long as I don't die.
I ran after that knight, now running his hands over the blade of my sword. I called out, "Hey, I didn't say you could take that!" with a hint of venom in my voice. And, he spun around in less than a second. I now was in the exact situation I did not want to be in. With my own blade pointing at my throat, I did the most sensible thing I could think of. I kicked him in his umm… how would I say this without coming off as offensive? Hmm. OH! I kicked him in his special place. Nailed it, I think. Oh right, back to the task at hand.
It really wasn't a good idea. I heard a loud cracking sound and he dropped the sword. He had a distant look on his face and walked off into another room. As I was returning my sword to its rightful place in my sheath, the loudest scream in history started. I quickly covered my ears and started running for the farthest room I could find from that scream. After about two steps a window shattered next to me and I saw a staircase with a Balder Knight on it. I ran up the staircase because he hadn't been moving. I was about to run past him when I realized his head was vibrating. It exploded and covered me in brains, I didn't stop running though, I had to get away from that scream. I made it to a room, sat in a corner, and covered my ears until it stopped.
After that ordeal I walked into the room the knight had walked into. His helmet had come off in whatever fit that was and I saw that he was bleeding, from the eyes. I quickly panicked and a million questions filled my mind, one being the most prominent, "Did I kill his soul?" Wait a second, that isn't even possible. Well, maybe it is. Either way he was just sitting there with a blank look on his face. I asked as gently as I could, "Hey, are you okay?" That blank look on his face burned into rage. He turned on me and raged, "WHY WOULD YOU CARE? YOU JUST KICKED A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD SO HARD THAT HE BLED FROM THE EYES!" I was stunned, he was only sixteen? In a world where undead live forever, he was only sixte- "Or I was, until this curse started," he interrupted my thought.
"Whew, I thought you were saying that you were really only sixteen," I stated with relief. He stared at me like I was crazy, "I don't even know if Undead can have children. And it's been what, a thousand years since this curse started?" "Well neither do I!" I yelled at him, thinking that he might think I knew. Looking to be a woman of twenty-one years old I didn't want him seeking advice. He held his chin and looked me up and down and asked, "Really?" I blushed and he continued, "I thought that you may have tried by now." I slapped him as hard as I could and he grabbed his bruising cheek. "OW! What was that for?" "Don't pry into other people's business or that will happen a lot more," I stated sternly. "Oh so that's how you want to play it," he said with a look in his eyes that made me shiver. Great, I just made a really bad enemy.
So, there's the first chapter. I hope you like it, because it was fun to write. More about the characters will be revealed as time goes on, so if you want to know more, read on. I will wait a week and see, but if some people would suggest names for my narrator it would be appreciated. I haven't thought of a name yet and I would like some suggestions. Otherwise, I'll just have to pick one myself. I'm pretty bad at names… sooooooo, yeah.
