Hello everyone, it has been a long time since I wrote my first fanfic, I didn't get many feedback from it though, that really made me sad.
This a real story I am working on, I changed the character's name to Helga and Arnold to familiarize the story to your liking.
This takes place after the unfortunate events of the first fanfic "A Saucerful Of Secrets".
IF this first and second chapter get good feedback I will continue uploading more.

PART I: LIVING IN THE APOCALYPTIC WORLD

We are on the run, chased by her, we can't even close our eyes because of the fear of finally getting caught by her evil arms. Ever since we accidentally ran into her, we have been forced to live a life of pursue, an endless run through the ruined world inherited to us by the apocalypse. Her name is Anir, the evil sorceress and she's got a grudge against us, my love and I, but mostly me. Her long black hair suits her white skin, her eyes are wide and on her upper lip, she's got a scar that might have been caused by a broken glass. Her humanoid servants are scary looking monsters that groan like a reversed scream, they really frighten us. This mess Helga and I have gotten into comes from way back. Long ago, when I was part of Anir's world, before our feud, I used to live in harmony with her (well sort of).

That evening we encountered her for the first time, I couldn't remember her. It was a sunny day with a warm wind, the clouds were white and the sky was as blue as the sea. I was on a lake trying to catch fish with a spear I had naturally learned to manufacture. Helga stood on the ground laughing at me for my lack of fishing skills. We heard some strange sounds in the air, like music, music? But how? Music hasn't been played for years! There are no humans left in this world to play music I thought. We followed the sound, step by step, up the hill, passing tree by tree, until the sounds got louder and clearer. Slowly we crouched and peeked to the far surface. We saw many humans (or so we thought) chorusing in a strange language. And there she was, leading the ritual, firm and strong, beautiful and dangerous. In that moment I couldn't remember her, but if I had, I would of taken Helga and flee as far as possible, but that wasn't what happened.

But now I remember her, Anir, the unforgettable… You have to put yourself in my place, I was young, a soldier of love mutilated by her, lost in a suicidal depression of a heartbreak. You've got to understand why I had to do what I did. After high school I took a magic potion that promised to erase her, Anir and all the good and bad memories I had with her.

And now, I am all alone in a forest on a stormy night. Helga is dead! Is she? Could that thing Anir did to her classify as death? I don't know, what she did to her is beyond the possibilities of magic, beyond my comprehension. But I must save her! I know how! And that is what I am doing now. The sky is covered by gray clouds. The trees around me move back and forth threatening to fall on me as I am lying on the ground. The wind blows eerie sounds through the gaps of the branches. Drops of rain fall upon my face and incomplete body. She's near, I can feel her, Anir and all of her evilness. She's somewhere lurking around the woods and she wants me, she's going to kill me! I must hurry and sleep before she finds me and kills me. The sound of the thunder takes me back to the day when the world ended, that day, that horrifying day …