Ronan sagged against a building in the rain. He was soaked and bloodied and had no where to go. He pounded the ground. And it rumbled with the thunder. He had to learn how to control it too somehow, he figured out his mood was controlling the storm as well but he couldn't stop it.
"Ronan?"
He looked up a pale girl, her hair a shade of light blond so light it looked white. She was beautiful, yet scary like a ghost. She was wearing a dark cloak with a hood, and no shoes. He nodded.
She walked closer to him smiling lightly
"Who are you?" He coughed
"Herne, I can help you." she reached out her hand. "your friend is dealing with other problems but she has help too."
Ronan took her hand and got up, he was about a foot taller than her but she still seemed his age. He followed her into the woods and too a stone tunnel. He stopped as she started to walk into it.
She turned around " Don't worry it doesn't go anywhere it's just an abandon site for a tunnel under the river up ahead. I know you have been through a lot but it will soon be clear.
He walked into the shelter of the tunnel relentlessly.
She put her hands behind her neck and took off a silver necklace. "You were meant to lead an army Ronan, our army."
Ronan looked at the necklace, as she put it in his hand, it was a silver chain, the pendant a silver deer head with green gems as the eyes.
"Lead the army or Stag."
Ronan looked at her, then at the necklace. Then he put it on.
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The Tempest Spell
Fantasy(Book 1 in The Daunting Curse trilogy) DISCONTINUED UNLESS,YOU,FINISH IT. These words appear on the backs of 3 ordinary people Nova, Ronan and Macie, about to be tangled up in the largest war of their lives, between gods and monsters, light and dark...
