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> Story time!, First chapter of my book.
post Aug 14 2008, 09:40 AM
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Note that this is the first time I have even attempted to write a book so there may be some errors in it. Please give criticism on it so that I can improve it.

Chapter One:
I was running through the woods as fast as my legs could carry me, followed only by a gruesome looking beast which stalked me through the lonely woods which seemed to be at a dangerously close distance.

As I peered behind myself, I caught a glimpse of the beast's frighteningly sickening appearance; it was at least seven foot tall and it's skin had a repulsive green tinge to it which looked only too much like vomit.

As it gave an almighty roar I could not help but notice the perfectly filed teeth which seemed perfect for ripping the body of an enemy open and then watching as the life was slowly drained away from it.

It seemed to be getting darker as I was being chased and it was only then that I began to realise that I had been running for at least an hour. With this acknowledgment came a wake of sleepiness and also a thought that told me I may not escape.

Running through the woods I was able to feel the breath of the beast tickling the back of my neck in a cloud of slime, this seemed to be the only driving force which kept my legs moving through the woods.

The beast moved swiftly, gliding between the tree-trunks at an abnormal speed. The only thing ale to keep me ahead of it was the thought that was going into my running as I chose the right moments to change direction in an attempt to confuse the beast.

Once again I glanced behind myself to make a judgment on the distance that I had between myself and the beast; I seemed to be gaining distance and with this came the confidence that told me I might just be able to escape from the dangers.

I began to plan ahead, specifically to the action I would take when I was no longer able to see the beast give chase behind me.

Would I continue to run in fear of the beast rejoining me in it's stride or would...-

I was distracted from my train of thought as I rejoined reality and noticed my legs were collapsing underneath me. I panicked. Frantically trying to get on my feet once more and then I realised that I had tripped over a log as I was thinking that I had escaped from the beast.

In the corner of my mind, I was able to realise that I could still make it away if I ran quick enough. I climbed to my feet and began to feel an all too familiar pungent breath on my neck.

Before I was able to react to the beast's presence, the beast was on top of me. Swinging it's dangerously sharp claws which seeked only to draw every last drop of blood from my veins.

As the beast rose to give me a deafening blow, I was able to roll from beneath it to open land.

I glanced around myself and noticed the wall of trees forming a circle around me, seemingly protecting the exit from anyone who dare leave.

It reminded me of the arena where my mother had taken me many times before, and where I had witnessed the last breath of many man being sucked from their lifeless bodies.

I abandoned this train of though and rejoined the reality of the situation around me as I saw the beast giving me a threatening look. As it done this I was able to grasp my sword from it's sheath which had been sitting uselessly at my waist until this moment. As I lifted it into the air it reflected the light of the moon which done nothing to help the fears I was having.

The beast began to bound towards the spot where I rested with the same speed I had seen being used earlier that same night.

I lifted the sword and gave an almighty swing at the beast and for a moment it seemed to have connected beautifully with the torso of the beast.

A shiver ran through my body as I realised that the sword had barely damaged the thick skin of the beast.

It roared once more, almost seemingly to mock my best attempts at destroying it. It's teeth glinted dangerously in the moon, similar to how my sword had done a short while ago, only these showed greater potential to take the life of it's enemys.

The beast prepared for it's final attack once more and as I looked for a way to escape, it seemed only too real that the beast was determined not to make the same mistake twice and I was trapped.

Immediately as I turned, I felt a rip at my throat and I began to feel the gushing of a liquid which I knew only too well as blood.

I had already begun to realise that the fight was over when it lowered it's head and began to set those razor sharp teeth to work on my body as I began to feel more and more deadly wounds appear on my flesh.

Through this ordeal, I began to hear a heavenly voice beckon me from the troubles I was in.

It began to whisper my name to me in my ear.

"Ares," it said.

As I began to contemplate that I was being beckoned into the afterlife, the scene around me began to fade and I was no longer able to feel the beasts deathly grip on me.

The voice seemed only to get louder and louder, commanding me to come out of my dreamlike state.

I woke.


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