I opened my eyes. I was sitting up in a dark room. I used my powers to create a small, purple fireball. I had chains all around me, holding me to the ground. "H- hello? I'm trapped," I shouted, hoping this was a big mistake. I moved the fireball around and it suddenly went out as it approached a corner to my left. "That's the point of chains..." I heard a smooth male voice say, answering my call from before. If I wasn't chained up, I'd had jumped back. I looked toward where the voice came from and a guy walked halfway out of the shadows. "Hello," he said, not bothering to come fully out of the shadows as he spoke. I blinked. "Who are you? Am I gonna die," I said worriedly. "You'll wish you were dead soon enough. Trust me," he responded. "That's rather ominous," I grumbled. He laughed. It was a smooth sound, his voice was smooth as well. If it was a fabric, it'd be silk. I tried to get out of the chains. When I started to move, the chains grew hot. The more I moved the hotter they grew. After a minute of struggling, I had to stop. I sat hunched over, my skin felt like it was on fire. I felt the chains start to pull up, taking me with them. The guy walked completely out of the shadows and underneath me. "Guessing your little escape didn't work out," he said with a smirk. I glared at him. "I don't know why I'm here, but don't expect me to stay long," I responded. "Actually, you know exactly why you're here," he said back, walking away as the chains pulled me up again.
Sorry I haven't been active guys! But I finished this first chapter from a while ago. I had this idea and the character's art was from an app •-•. This was so long ago... I may change the cover later on if this story does well. Anyways, this is long. Ok, bye small potatoes!!!
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Little Hidden Light
FantasyCan a demon really save the human race? If they could, would they? In this story, Pastelri is pushed to her limits. She has to save a race that hates her. How do you save the ones who try to murder you?
