this is my first story i have no idea what I'm doing so lets see how this goes:
****************************************Prologue**********************************************
The sky is burning. Screams everywhere. Claws rip, teeth tear. Shadows grow. Every second growing bigger devouring everything in sight. The dark king sits on his throne and laughs. Laughs because it’s all just so much fun.
I bolted awake sweating and tangled in sheets. Panting I looked around and see the familiar grey walls of my room. Sunlight streamed through the one tiny window I had and I checked my watch and groaned. Already 11 I had missed breakfast. "I hate Mondays" I grumbled. I got up and took a shower to wake up. I thought about the dream id had. I didn't remember much, a few blurs. One thing stood out above everything else though, glowing yellow eyes, and a smile. No face or even a shape just creepy smile. I shook my head and wiped the condensation off the mirror. I leaned in, and saw that my eyes were a deep gold and getting lighter by the second.
I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut trying to calm down. Opening my eyes I looked again and saw my eyes quickly darken back to their usual dark browned. Sighing in relief I got dressed in a gray long sleeved shirt and jeans. Walking into the kitchen I opened the fridge to grab a waffle. I liked waffles they tasted good and were easy to cook. Dropping two in the toaster, I felt something like a prickling by my left ear. I jumped back as a small knife whizzed by my ear and embedded itself in the toaster causing the waffles to spring up six inches in the air. Snatching a waffle mid-flight I turned on my heel as a knife hit the other waffle where my hand had been a second before.
Sprinting to the nearest open window and noticed something with claws and teeth was chasing me on four legs. I made it to the window and dove headfirst through it hearing jaws snap inches from my bare toes. In midair I saw the mountain my house was on drop away instantly leaving me much too far away from the ground for comfort. Then my forward momentum gave way to all mighty gravity and I started to plummet straight down. The ground rushing to meet me. I hate Mondays.
