So I decided to start a story about the Spirit Animals game. The summary might not be as good as it should be, but I assure you, it's better than it sounds.
"Do you know the prophecy?" The old one asked.
"I know all the prophecies!" The young one claimed.
"But do you know about the Keeper?" The old one questioned further.
"Uh… I probably do…" The young one stuttered. The old one tipped his head back and his eyes turned completely white.
One girl comes,
Her hair black as night,
Cares for sheep,
Does not know how to fight,
She walks with unknown power,
She sees the beast which she bonds,
The beast that empowers,
Then she's wanted by every being,
Confused,
Never seeing,
The enemy she makes cost her more,
She wishes for home,
But it doesn't exist anymore.
"That is the prophecy of the Keeper." The old one confirmed.
"So… Basically a little girl that has black hair becomes famous?"
"No, you idiot! This girl is going to have her Nectar ceremony tonight, we need to be there to stop the prophecy." The old one proclaimed loudly.
"But… Isn't the prophecy saying good stuff happens to her?" The young old asked.
"Were you even listening?"
"No."
Somewhere else…
Isabella Truthseeker poured the wool she had gathered into a bucket. Tonight was her Nectar ceremony, and she didn't want to be late so she was hurrying up her chores. She paused long enough to stare out pass the hill she lived on. She could see all of Trunswick. Conor, her cousin, had already had his Nectar ceremony, turning out that he had summoned Briggan, one of the Four Fallen.
"Isabella! Come on and get dressed! It's almost time for your ceremony!" Her mother called.
"Coming!" Isabella yelled back, racing to the house's backdoor. She rushed inside, closing the door to keep the mosquitoes out. They were so pesky. Isabella ran up the stairs to her room and grabbed her best dress. It was quite plain compared to anyone with some money, but she didn't complain. She quickly dressed and redid her two black braids. For just a moment, she stopped and analyzed herself. Hair black as night, tan skin, crystal blue eyes, and small body.
"Hurry up, honey, the horses are ready." Her mom yelled from downstairs. It was a little embarrassing to have to ride a horse to your Nectar ceremony, but it was what they had. Isabella climbed down the stairs and got on her horse gracefully. Soon they arrived and saw some people waiting for the candidates. Isabella saw her friend, Paytin Stabledaughter, run up. Paytin was going to drink the Nectar too.
"Hey, Isabella! What do you I'll get? A horse? Do you? Do you?" Paytin rambled excitedly.
"Yes, you'll probably get a horse." Isabella smiled shyly. Paytin tended to be more hyper and immature then the other village kids.
"What do you think you'll get?" Paytin asked.
"Oh… Nothing." Isabella answered, her smile fading.
"Don't be silly! If Conor got Briggan, surely you'll get something too!" Paytin assured her friend.
"Um, I wouldn't be that sure…"
"Every candidate, please come on the stage!" Isilla proclaimed, telling everyone that it was starting. Isabella jumped off her horse, her dress swirling around her. Paytin grabbed her hand and pulled her onstage.
"I can't wait! Squeeeee!" Paytin whisper squealed. Isabella shook her head. It was amazing how Paytin made something as quiet as a whisper, as loud as a squeal. Isilla smiled gratefully at Paytin, eyeing her also black hair. Isabella knew that Paytin was a descendent of a Niloan, which explained her dark skin. Isabella was just plain ole Euran, much like every other boring person here. She sighed inwardly. She wanted something, she just couldn't place her finger on it.
No, I need something.
"First please, Paytin Stabledaughter." Isilla called, beckoning Paytin forward. She kneeled, obviously fueled with excitement. Barely containing her hyper attitude, Paytin sipped the legendary Nectar. The young girl stood up, shaking for some reason.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Paytin screamed, no longer excited but instead scared. Isabella lurched forward before being grabbed by some random Greencloaks.
"Why are you holding me back?! LET ME HELP HER!" Isabella bellowed at the two Greencloaks, struggling as much as possible. That was, until she was hit so hard she passed out.
When Isabella woke up, she saw a boy about a year older than her. She considered asking him where she was and all that basic kidnapped stuff. Instead she decided to remain quiet.
"Your awake? Finally, it's been three days." The boy stated, revealing how much time had passed.
"Who are you?" Isabella choked out.
"My name is Shane. What's yours?"
"Isabella."
"You know, you look like I've seen you somewhere…" Shane trailed off, as in mid thought.
"That couldn't be possible. I live in Eura and I'm now in a dungeon-y place." Isabella reasoned. Everything was foggy. She couldn't really remember anything from three days ago. It got better the farther back in time she went, but not perfect.
"I know where I found you!" Shane exclaimed, smirking straight at a husky. "Hello, Keeper."
I know, I know, left off at such a mysterious part. Anddd you won't get to find out what happens to poor Isabella for another seven chapters. But that's okay, cause that is the reason I left off at a crazy part. Please review! Thanks for reading!
