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So, I know some of you may have read this already, and some have not. Some will like it, some will hate it, and some will say they like it to spare my feelings.
Please don't.
If you can be bothered, read it. No need to, just thought I'd post it.
Harsh criticism is welcomed.
Be Simon Cowell.
I'm currently working on Chapter 3, so I'm not too far into it. Just hoping it'll go somewhere further than what I have lined out. I'm taking my time on this one unlike the others, so hopefully it'll work out a little better.
Note: Please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes. It's an extremely rough draft that has yet to be edited, so any misspelled words or lost commas are there for the count.
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Prologue
The wind whistling at her back, Bria turned around quickly. She was staring in the face of her worst enemy… “Well, this isn’t worth reading” I mumbled to myself. I was reading this new book, supposedly the ‘must read’ of the summer, as everyone in my school was talking about it. Figures that yet again I would be the only person in my high school who hated what the others obsessed over.
I had gotten about two chapters into the three hundred page book before deciding I shouldn’t waste my time. Why? Well, because I had more important things to do; I do have a life you know.
Personally, I’m one of those ‘don’t put off till tomorrow what you could get done today’ kind of person. That trait is, as I’m sure you could guess, a rather unusual one for the common teenager.
Then again, I’m not your average teenager.
So, anyway, back to what I was telling you before. This book I was reading, Bria’s Great Adventure (the title alone was so fake it could kill), was, to say the least, as boring as trying to have a conversation with a tissue. A used one, too, more likely then not.
This book, a simple compilation of pages with a few hundred-thousand strategically placed words could have been a literary masterpiece, somehow though, it wound up being a carbon copy of the vast majority of books out there, swirling in the vortex of the human mind.
With its pathetic dialogue, no real storyline, and the ever-popular cliches, I was almost asleep by the time I’d finished the first page. Once I got to this part, the ‘shocking’ chapter where ‘Bria faces her arch enemy’, I had to lay the book down, not being able to take it a moment longer.
I leaned back against the trunk of the apple tree I was sitting in, letting the book rest over a branch, its pages flapping lightly in the breeze.
After a few failed attempts to actually sleep in this very tree, I opened my eyes, straightening my back, and pulled a bright, ruby red apple from the branch above me.
Biting into it, after checking for worm holes and bruises and such, I munched away staring out at the sky. The clouds were looking an angry shade of gray, and I could feel the air start to dampen.
Finishing my apple, throwing the core into the orchard below for the animals to peck at, and grabbing my book, I hopped down from my tree.
I had walked a mere three yards away from the safe, high apple tree when I heard something rustling in the orchard.
Instead of glancing around to check for followers, I merely shifted my eyes to look around me and kept walking. Since I saw nothing, nor heard anything more, I decided it had been just an animal, a shiver in the breeze perhaps. Even though I knew better than to assume such things. Yet a different noise woke me from this blissful oblivion.
The sound of a gunshot, loud and fast, was ringing in my ears. As I stopped dead in my tracks, I listened carefully, hearing nothing but the wind for a moment. I actually began to think I had imagined it, but my mind floated back to that second. I decided that even though it could have been someone hunting, not a sport I admire by the way, I would check it out to make sure.
Before I had taken a step backwards I was thrown to the ground, my book laid open a few paces away.
I could not see the face of my attacker, as I had been hurled to the ground face down, and there happened to be a speck of dirt in my eye. How nice.
I realized the futility of trying to sit up after the first time I tried it, as I was pushed down yet again, a large brown boot across my back. The next time, however, I had a plan.
Again I tried to straighten myself, but when the boot came down, as I suspected it would, I grabbed the heel and pulled with all the strength I had.
Sure enough, this unknown bully fell to the ground beside me with a loud thump.
“Aha, I see you’ve been training, Valkyrie.”
I froze as I heard this person say my name. He knew me.
How though, I didn’t have a clue. I kept my name hidden well, only the few closest to me knew even the first syllable. By the speaker’s voice, I didn’t recognize him. Yet there was something familiar about it all the same.
I still had that dirt in my eye, so when I turned to look at the mysterious stranger I wound up blinking furiously and squinting, nothing fully coming into focus.
Once my eyesight came back to me, I to face the unfamiliar attacker, and when I did, I realized something.
I did know him.
“Adrian…” I whispered, shocked.
My mind was reeling at this point; I didn’t remember where I was for a moment. When everything came back, it was even worse.
He was here.
How he was here, however, was a different story entirely.
He should have been in prison or maybe a deep, dark ditch somewhere. For all he’d cost me in the last month alone, he could have been blasted into outer space for all I cared. But where was he instead?
He was in the one part of my life that I shouldn’t have to think about him. Or anything else that went along with the…other part of my life.
“Yes, yes it’s me. I realized this would be somewhat of a shock for you, though surely you understand that it is my job, and I haven’t any control over what I must do.” He said, a little too confidently for my taste.
Though, sadly for me, I knew just how little control he really had; especially if he got angry.
Oh well, time to put on the ‘Miss Bravery’ thing again; the smart mouthed, kick-butt attitude, and all that jazz.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Adrian. I’d hate for you to have to go back and choke out ‘I failed’ to your beloved master. He’s really more like a prison warden if you think about it.”
This displeased him.
“My master is a brilliant man. Far superior to your Dauntra. What sort of a name is that, might you tell me? I suppose it’s nothing to you, what with ‘Valkyrie’ and all, but I do say it’s quite strange and –“
He was cut off from his name-bashing when I kicked him, driving the steel toe of my boot straight into his knee. He howled in pain, stumbling back as I glared at him.
“Adrian, I don’t know why you waste your time with me. You know you’ll never win and you know you’d be better off frolicking in the countryside somewhere rather than trying to obey the man who’s tortured your entire life into being a meaningless speck on the universe. Why don’t you go back to Lane and find a daisy patch somewhere? It’ll be like this part of your life never happened. At least you have that option.”
His eyes blazed and I realized I’d said something to tick him off. But don’t I always?
“No one speaks of my master and no one speaks of Lane.”
“Oh, such witty comebacks. I’m shaking in my boots, really I am.”
He didn’t like that. He lunged at me, grabbing my hair and throwing me to the ground.
Of course, I deserved it. Since Lane was his crazed girlfriend, who was stuck in prison now, it wasn’t exactly the nicest thing I could have said. But I never said I was the nicest person on the planet, now did I? I’m barely a ‘person’ to begin with.
I sighed, picking myself off of the ground yet again, wiping the dirt off of my paper-white face, and realized that he wasn’t looking at me. Never turn your back on the enemy, I thought to myself, before punching him square in the jaw. He stumbled again, holding his face and glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and stepped slightly to the left when he lunged at me. And then I saw it.
A shiny, black revolver had slipped out of his back pocket and was just a foot from where he now lay. I chanced another glance at him, before swooping in, grabbing the gun and checking to make sure it was loaded before placing my boot on his back.
He turned his head ever-so-slightly to look me in the eye. I noticed him tense up, readying himself to make a move, and I tilted my head to one side and pointed it at his head. I raised one eyebrow, daring him to move. He turned his head, as if looking for an escape, but there was none. Before I could make another motion, he gave me a sly smile and vanished. My boot fell through the air where he had been with a thump.
Well, I thought. That’s new.