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Saharan

Prologue: Saharan

I'm running. I can't breathe. But I got to catch them, the Shadows. A small pack of seven is ahead of me. They're not so far away now. Just a few more steps, I'm pretty sure I'll get a good swing at them. Gun shots are aimed at the black creatures. What the!? I turn to see who's shot at my game. I'm slammed to the ground. The Shadows run into the shelter of the trees up ahead.

"Hey! What the freak is your problem?!" I shout at my attacker, as I try to pick myself off the ground. He snickers.

"I can't believe they actually call you the best, Saharan." Great, I think to myself, what a sarcastic little asshole. Standing in front of me, at 6' 2", is my over-enthusiastic cousin Johan. He puts his gun in its holster and holds out his hand at me, I take it. "You really suck, you know." It wasn't a question. Asshole.

"What are you doing here Johan?" I ask in my stuck-up voice. It really pisses him off when I do that. He, for some strange reason, doesn't look pissed. On the contrary, he looks embarrassed. He ruffles his short brown hair and turns two shades red. "What are you doing here Johan?" I repeat.

He sighs and looks me straight in the eyes. I don't have a good feeling about this. "My father sent me to ask about the marriage proposal."Shit, I practically pee in my navy blue running shorts.

"Marriage proposal?" Shit, shit, shit. I had totally forgotten about our arranged marriage.

You see, in my family, the first male of our father's cousin always has to marry the youngest female in the family. The tradition (and I totally live for the family tradition) is to get married once the girl enters womanhood (if you know what mean) and have a heck of a honey-moon with lots and lots of babies in the future. In this case me. Which I think is totally unfair, because even though Johan is seven-teen and I'm fifteen I don't want to get married.

I want to live an adventurous life and do amazing things. I love Johan, I really do, but I can't marry him just yet. Not if I have to be a little house-wife and care for little brats from dawn to sunset. I can't do everything I want to do if I'm pregnant or a mom.

"Don't tell me you forgot?" Johan looks a bit upset. Scratch that, he looks disappointed. I blush furiously.

"It's not my fault, nobody ever reminds me," I mumble. He sighs and embraces me in a warm hug. I blush even more. "Johan," it's barely a whisper now, my heart beats frantically.

Gently, he lifts my face to his and his lips softly brush my eyelashes. I moan in an (I hope) attractive voice. I can't help reach both my arms around his neck. He puts his hands on my waist and kisses me. On my eyes, then my nose. Then his lips trail up and down my neck.

I start feeling a bit faint and push him away from me gently. His hazel eyes look back at my light brown ones. They reflect my face, pink and glowing. Like a baby's bottom. I let a soft chuckle escape my lips and his eyes question me.

Nothing, I mouth. He smiles and reaches for my lips again when suddenly, a giant Shadow runs out from the trees behind us. It roars and slashes at us.

Johan pushes me behind him and all I hear is the tearing of Johan's coat and flesh. Warm drops of blood fall on my cheeks.

The Shadow roars again and sends us both flying backwards with its huge claws. I crash into a nearby tree and barely see Johan crumbling in the ground facedown not far from where I am.

"No!" I scream as the creature rushes and lands another blow on Johan's back. "Johan!" I run towards them but the Shadow turns on me. Crap! I run back another 20 yards away. There I close my eyes and quietly summon my weapon.

Slash of Scar,

Scar of Star.

Light comes to and from.

I praise for thee, and pray for thee,

Come to me, I beg.

To my hand, help me Slay

Those of who are Scarce.

Slash these Scars,

Bring them Light.

Slay them Scythe,

I summon thee.

The familiar tingle on my hand starts to spread. I open my eyes and watch the oncoming Shadow stop three feet away. It can sense what I'm about do, for sure. Magically a white staff appears in my hands, and starts glowing. It quickly transforms, shifting into my Scythe.

The Shadow was backing away now, probably rearing to attack me, or was scared as hell and wanted to escape. I didn't give it the pleasure to do either.

I shout my greatest war cry and attack. It smirks at me. I mean seriously, smirks at me. Can creatures without human emotions smirk? Suddenly the ground under me gives away and I feel myself fall into darkness.

The last thing I remember was the glimpse of the creature walking off with Johan in its claws.

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