Work in Progress

I (Prologue pt1)

A long, drawn out sigh filled the room, which would be empty if not for the small desk propped up against a wall, a laptop with the plug for a wireless mouse in it(and the mouse itself next to the laptop) sitting atop it. A few books were scattered around, some opened and some closed, and a chair was in front of the desk. The man responsible for the noise was currently sitting on the chair and holding his head. He rubbed his temples in circles with his index and middle fingers. His eyebrows were furrowed in what looked to be annoyance, though one could not really tell with his otherwise stone-like face.

This man is named Yin Yashamato. He's currently trying to work on a book he started a while ago. He felt good about this one, thinking he might finally get out of the funk he was in- But he was halfway through the book and he couldn't think of anything else to write.

The book was an uplifting tragedy about a young boy in a fantasy medieval time who was told he held no magical talent in a world full of magic, and was abused by his peers. Until one day, the demon prince's butler came and attacked the kingdom as per the prince's orders.

He and the prince's army overtook the kingdom and left everything in despair. Many were slaughtered mercilessly, others tortured in the castle arena like it was a fun game.

The boy tried to convince people to team up with him to stop the madness, but no one believed him to be strong enough and decided to band up together, leaving him to defend himself against the demons roaming as they searched for humans to "play" with. With a heart more broken than before, he set off out into the woods in hope to escape the demons, in hope to become stronger. In hope to survive.

The woods was a dangerous place. Magical beasts lurked around behind every pitch black tree, fallen leaves were somehow poisonous, almost all fruits and berries could kill you if you ate just a single one. But the boy had no choice, it was either try to survive the impossible or die slowly and agonizingly in the clutches of the demons.

Everyday was like a thriller movie, he ran from monsters that were stronger than him and killed the weaker ones. He tested the food on some of the weaker creatures to see if it was safe to eat(more often times than not it wasn't). If it was, he would eat the food and cook the creature. It seemed cruel, almost sad, but it was the cycle of life and he was determined to end up on top.

Slowly his heart would turn colder as time passed, as he trained and grew stronger with each passing day. He would find he does have some magical power, not as much as other people but it was still there. And he would be able to cultivate it, make it stronger. He was now no longer the little boy who begged for help, to help him fight the demons.

Soon he would find out the truth about the demons, the truth about the dreadful, cruel beings that tore apart his already torn life. And that would be . . .

And that's where his story ends. Yin groaned with frustration, his eyes squeezed together tightly before he opened them. He blinked slowly as he saw spots, but he didn't care at that moment. "Why can't I think of anything else? God, what is wrong with me?" He mumbled to himself as he leaned back in his chair, which made a loud creaking noise, like it was worn down from being used daily.

He stood up from his seat and stretched out his back. He grimaced at the loud popping noise it made, which was obviously because he's been sitting there for hours, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket.

Yin made a beeline to the door. He stepped outside and took a deep breath of the (not so fresh) air. His hand reached into his other pocket and grabbed a flip phone. Yin sighed again as he made his way down the steps while dialing his boss. His boss was a fat- excuse me, chubby- man with one of those funny looking mustaches that swirled at the ends, and a beard that was weirdly split in the middle(which bothered Yin more than he'd like). He'd surely be beyond upset if he found out Yin was yet again asking for a longer deadline.

Yin walked on the sidewalk with the sunglasses on, trying to prepare himself to call him(boss). But before he could, his vision started getting blurry. Yin blinked rapidly, his eyes felt heavy and started tearing up like they were dry and it burned. His mind went completely blank, he couldn't think of anything at that moment. No one around him noticed what was happening, until... he collapsed.

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(An; That's all I have so far, don't hate me for stopping here. I don't have as much motivation and creativity as some of those other authors out there. Sorry if my grammar isn't the best, I'm trying to work on that. Thanks for reading my crappy prologue byeeeeeeeeeeee.)