Soul thief#JustWriteIt

Fight.

~ Kaity. ~

Daggers? Check. Bow? Check. Lighter? Check. ( etc )

I got a weapon choice. I'm so confused,why would they give me weapons?, oh well, who said I was complaining?.

3...

2...

1...

Lets rewind. Basically, after getting weapons we were taken to a forest, a forest own by this guy. Yikes, this Soul Thief has certainly thought this through. Bu anyway, no i''m about to fight. And only one thought is in my mind, I'm doomed.

GO!

I lift myself up and lean against a tree. I pull out a bow and arrow, and shoot.

Miss one.

Miss two.

Miss three.

Throw one.

Scream.

I feel my eyes drop back as the dagger sinks into the flesh on my stomach. He threw his dagger at me, and I was hit, it's as simple as that.

Suddenly, everything turns white.

***

"Where am I?" I ask.

" You are dead. " A reply comes from behind me, and I stand still, shocked.

" Wait, so I lost the battle? I didn't make a difference? " I ask again.

" Yes and no. You may live again, change to outcome, which will them determine if you make a difference. "

And then suddenly, i'm alive again, adrenaline shooting through my veins. I feel nothing, only my feet padding on the ground as I run.
And then, a miracle happened.
My daggers hit flesh, causing The Soul Thief to Topple over, his body almost lifeless.
As his mouth opens up, I stand still, watching something red leave my body as a form of mist. I begin to feel droopy. But then, finally. I step aside, and for once, the Soul Thief inhales air, a lot and that, kills him.

And then, I fall to the ground, all the adrenaline over the past months, leaving me and my body in pure pain. So much that I cannot stand, I can barely breathe, and Then, darkness takes over.
***
"she should be dead."
"how is she here?"
"That is the only damage"
"Shoot, she's waking."
My eyes open and white and blue blurs together.
I can't feel my legs.
I cannot move my back.
And my arms feel heavier then bricks.Ok, maybe that's just because something is holding them up while casts cover from my fingers to my Shoulders to my neck.
How do I talk?
How do I move?
Why don't I feel.
Why am I not dead.
Well, I was dead, but now, I am not.
*Four months later*
I roll down white corridors, heading to see my carer.
Because I am paralyzed, both my back and my legs, and partly in my arms, well, only occasionally in my arms.
I wonder what the person looking after me will be like.
I wonder their age.
I wonder-
A boy, my age, with brown hair and a quiff, eyes emerald green, arches eyebrows, and a form fitting nose.
"Hello, I'm Daniel, call me Dan."
***
I am writing the epilogue right Now! Also, I have decided that this is a stand alone book. Because honestly, I have changed, and I prefer writing about things that involve bullying,disabilities and romance.
I've enjoyed this book so much, but after a while I started dragging it on. And I'm finding that I prefer other writing styles, not necessarily this genre. If you have enjoyed this book though, please do check out everything else, like The girl with the urge to die. and Breaking limits. The chapters are longer and better. Anyway, thank you for being on this journey with me as I have written this first book, well, the first one others have been reading. Thank you, happy New Years everyone, and bye.
ALSO!
For those who will be joining me in my other two novels, please note that you can't expect as many updates, as I will be a boarder in high school. Those who are in HS already know about the pack loads of homework and everything else, making it a struggle to write already, but boarding, it's going to be harder for me.
Also, doesn't help that I'm going to a Christian school.
I am Anglican, and I do say words like ass, crap, damn, damnit, asshole, etc. And I'm hoping that the boarding doesn't get mad at me, I do not think that they should have a right to speak in what I write for personal enjoyment, but if they do then I'm sorry that the characters emotions won't be expressed as much in as sense. I chose not to use a form of "bad language" as such in this book, so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out how you would have wanted it to, and it was slightly emotionless. Anyway,
Thank you, and kind regards,
Jana.