Ennead - He gives Me Fever

Ennead - He gives Me Fever

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture20 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., août 10, 2017
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Fantasy
He saw me. From the moment he noticed me through the panes of his mask, his gaze, however hidden by his tainted visor, shot lazers in my direction, scanning me like a barcode. I gulped painfully slow, frozen into place. He was after me. He found me. I was sucked into these men, seeking an end to their doom. They were Dark souls. Ancient souls. Trapped in immortality. Strucked in a forever spell. And I was cornered amongts their lives & deaths. Dare to read the first chapter until the end and discover a beginning to a new adventure where there is no point of return...
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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