This is like an idea for a story.
I woke up to see my friend Sammy hovering above me. This was weird because not only could I see, but Sammy was dead, I was sure of it.
" hurry up, nico, we have to go!" Sammy shouted.
It was then that I realized I was lying on the ground, and there was smoke and flames coming out of a building about 10 yards away. I barely remember smoke, then hulking shadows pacing through a doorway, then I felt bright eyes on me.
Let me explain. My name is Nicolas Rykar Johnson, but my friends call me nico or Rykar. When I was 10 years old, something happened that left me blind in one eye and impaired in another. My mom claimed it was a car crash, but that doesn't explain the long scar from my right eye to my left, and the other vertical line slashed through my left eye, from the eyebrow to the cheekbone. I used to get teased, but then the bully made the mistake of looking into my eyes. The blind one is grey, but my other one is a dark shade of purple, almost black. It happened brcause my pupil started to bleed, and left me impaired.
I said something smart like " huh?"!
Sammy sighed. " they will be back any minute now. They are looking for you, as you are a shadow borne. We need to move. Now."
" who are they", I asked.
" hell hounds, " Sammy replied. Then he sprang the kicker.
The same creatures who killed your father and left you for the dead."
Okay? Naw? Tell me if I should. Another sneak peak soon, for painted wings.
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Aléatoirethere is no description for this undescribably awesome book (JK it sucks) Apologies for bad spelling and typos. This was written by a 11-12 year old kid. It will get better.
