“Take a weapon, and learn”
What… is this?
Waking up to their room is the usual routine for any person, but why am I waking up to the smell of something rotting, and the red walls are blood curdling? There are blades in front of me, and a ring on my finger that I can’t get off.
Looking at the weapons, you’d see two daggers, a short sword and a buckler, an axe and a bow.
“Take a weapon, and learn” the words came again. This had been on repeat for the past 20 minutes, and I hadn’t moved. From a normal point of view, the voice did come from a child, only it was riddled with bloodlust.
No… Why is this happening to me? It’s too realistic to be a dream.
The boy Satsui, looked to be around 16, with a birthmark just under his eye trailing down to roof of his mouth. He was a guy who cared little about his looks and wore glasses. His brown hair was shoulder length and covered his eyes. He was a cautious person and would usually carry a knife on him for his own safety.
Do I have to choose?
He was a healthy teen, and the only the only downside was his friends.
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He had none.
“So, what do I need to do?” his rough voice was transmitted across the room, hoping for a reply from the voice.
Nothing.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
The weapons, with the daggers being most noticeable, with crystal azure blades and the hilts wrapped in a turquoise tape. Unbeknownst to him, the blades were radiating a faint light.
AN ) So yeah, this is my prologue.. I’m not sure as of where I want this story to go, but I want to try get into writing a Webnovel. I’d appreciate if you could give ideas, reviews (preferably constructive criticism, or just criticism.) I’ll get a lot better with trial and error too. Again, this is my first novel and I want to try get it to be a moderately long original.
Additional to that, I can be pretty undecided when it comes to the writing. It's pretty little in terms of words, but i removed around a third of my writing before submitting it >_<