• Chapter 1: the nightmare begins.

    I can’t believe its gone this far, I mean I’m so close to the end of this nightmare, one small stab away, but part of me doesn’t want this to end, I mean I’ve learned to use a sword, shield, bow, and arrows, and I’ve made many a friend, but the other side says, 'It’s over, the nightmare is over, we won, he lost, so what’s one more death under our belt' ,I’ve killed countless men ,watched more die.
    I just wanted a normal life, never wanted to see a person go before there time, never wanted to use a weapon, never to kill, nothing, just a normal life. Fat chance.

    My story begins ten years ago, I was fifteen,off in a dream, but it wasn’t just a dream, it was a nightmare. I was surrounded by big, muscle bound, brutes, twelve of them. I was up against a brick wall. I thought I was about to die.

    All of a sudden a strange girl, wielding only a small stick, not only took the beating for me, but gave it back even harder, I was shocked.

    She had on what looked like a beautiful white nightgown that was torn,in many places, no sleeves, and the hem at her knees. I could tell the men had been rough, I was surprised she wasn't dead! She had a slight tan, not golden, but enough to see it. Her hair was pure white as though she had bleached it her whole life, it was a shoulder length cut, I had never seen hair the way hers' was, it looked as though she had come straight out of an anime. She then stood fully upright, and out of nowhere said ”what’s your name?”, in a voice so soft, so gentle, so…soothing, that I almost didn’t reply.

    “B…Billy, Billy McPrice.” I answered.

    “Hello Billy, we will meet again.”

    Then she was gone, she walked ten or so yards and then jumped to a roof top ten,or so,feet off the ground.
    Next thing i knew I had woken up,pondering the things the girl said. Thinking it only a dream I got out of bed,and i quickly forget all about the dream, got changed for school, and went to say good bye to my family, when I saw my life change befor my eyes. The same twelve men, dead this time, the same girl, but a different expression on her face, sadness, despair, grief, the look of a hunter who accidentally shot there sons favorite hunting dog in front of his eyes, the saddest look i'd ever seen, tears running down her face, I wanted to know why she was crying, then she spoke “I’m sorry that I visited you last night but if I hadn’t, you would have died too.” Then I looked down and at my feet, their were the corpses of my family, mom, dad, my sister Carly, and my beloved Chihuahua, churo, all dead, my first thought was that I must still dreaming, but then “Your not dreaming, unfortunately, there all dead, I didn’t get back in time. I’m sorry.” she said.
    “Who are you?!” I asked more out of anger than curiosity.
    “I am called, Layla.”

    ch.1 END
    Thank you for reading. comment on what you think of it, should i redo something? or is it fine the way it is? its up to you.