A Soft Ending from the Start

part 1-How it Started

Chapter 1

"No one cared, I had to see that quickly to continue to live. You're lucky, This world is shitty. I just hope you enjoyed what you could." The old cat just nuzzled into my hand more. I was surprised to first see there was life in this town, seeing as it had been a battle site in almost every war that this country was involved in. It was so close to the border of this land nobody wanted to live here, not even criminals. But here I am, on the street of a ghost town, trying to find a place to stay for the next few nights.

The cat ran away and I went back to the journey at hand. There was no time. I had to find somewhere to rest. The sun was starting to set and it was not safe to be out during the night. The creator's representation of chaos, or as they are mostly called, "C.R.O.Cs'' would come out of nowhere. They're slimy gooey beasts that can take the form of almost anything, save for humans and dogs that I'd seen. They have a very distinctive appearance. They come in different colors and are like slime. So far they have not been killed by normal swords.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a house that was still livable. It had all the walls up still so I sped up to a run and ducked inside. I stared at the fully furnished house in front of me. This place was supposed to be abandoned, but the dim lights that were on told me otherwise. The living room was big, it had three seats. One sofa and two matching chairs with a coffee table in the middle of them all faced the lit fireplace. The walls were covered in bookshelves filled with different kinds of books. Just glancing around there were books of every genre, from mythology to science fiction.

I was so tired I didn't care if the person who lived here was a killer, I needed to sleep. I walked over to the sofa and fell on it face first. As soon as I turned my head I fell into a deep dreamless slumber. It was peaceful until I woke up to the feeling of something cold on my neck and the feeling of being watched. I opened my eyes and saw a man. It was very dark outside so it must have been a few hours since I fell asleep.

The man spoke, bringing my focus back to him. "Who are you, and what's stopping me from cutting you down for disturbing me?" The sword against my neck was cold and sharp. I could feel him dig a little deeper with the blade, a biting pain. A few drops of blood trickled down to my chest. I could feel my throat close up. I tried opening my mouth to answer, to tell this mysterious man that I meant no harm, but I couldn't get a sound out.

He saw the state I was in and pulled back the sword just so it was poking me but not stabbing me. I finally got the air and courage to talk. "I'm sorry for intruding. I just needed a place to sleep. I'll leave right away." I tried to stand up but the man quickly pushed me back down and took his sword away. As soon as he did that I took a deep breath and looked up to him. He was staring at me with feelings so mixed it looked emotionless.

"You're fine, you can stay. But know if you give me a reason not to trust you for one second your head will be hanging as a new decoration. Now tell me your name. I'm Azrael Fennic." I tensed at the threat but relaxed when I looked at his deep light gray eyes. His eyes could only be described as broken. It was easy to tell he was a soldier who's fought in countless wars.

This land was constantly at war. Whether it was with ourselves or crocs or maybe even another land. The land I live on was full of magic and with that comes magic crystals. Magic crystals are rare to come by and so are magic users but we had so many of the crystals. Our leaders don't like sharing them and that leads to wars. So it was rare to see a retired soldier that can still move so young.

Azrael snapped his fingers in front of my face to bring me out of my thoughts. "Right, sorry, what was the question again? Oh, my name. It's Vivien Martin. But please call me Viv." I showed him a smile in an attempt to keep my life. Azrael nodded and started walking away. He got halfway to the door to another part of the house when he turned to look at me.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room. I am not letting you keep dirtying the sofa. It was hard enough to get them to let me have it." He muttered the last part under his breath. I didn't want to get on his bad side so I acted like I didn't hear the last part. I got up and walked right behind him. As I got to him he started walking again but this time I ignored my gut and followed him behind the door. 

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Hello though this is not my first story I am a young writer still in high school so my writing is not the best. If there is any miss spelling please let me know and I will try and fix it as soon as possible. My writing schedule is not alive I write when I'm in class and bored (don't tell the teacher or my parents /j) 

           ---Selena