Hey everyone! Some of you might know that I’m really into writing. I started writing a book a few months ago. Here’s the prologue… Enjoy!
I was running down some random alley in some random town. I could hear my heart pounding in my keen ears, from the exertion. They were chasing me.
As I ran, I heard some strangely familiar, irregular footsteps ahead. Then I saw it.
It had glowing red eyes, like a demon’s. It somehow donned a dark robe that floated – yes, floated – approximately a foot in mid – air. The reason I said “somehow”, is because… It… had no hands, no feet (no, not hidden by the robe or anything), no anything. Other that those eyes. But the most gruesome thing of all was that there was no face. The eyes basically rested in air. But something was very strange about the air. It seemed to be darker than normal air. It was kind of like… A shadow? Yes. A shadow. One that burned of hatred, fury, anger, sadness, depression, and… well, you get the point.
Since it had no face, it most likely didn’t have any sort of physical mind, either. But, somehow, had eyes.
Oh, those eyes. They were so exotic, yet so evil and terrible. When their gaze was set upon me, they seemed to stab a hole right through my body.
And then it spoke to me. Or, rather, to my mind. My ears detected no voice other than the ones far behind me.
“You can not run from me any longer, Kyreoux of Azereou. You can not escape again. This time you will pay! With your life! With every claw, every inch of skin, every tuft of fur! Death awaits your arrival, you filthy mutt! COME!”
As it said that last word, my paws started to unwillingly move forward.
It was at that moment, I realized it. This… thing, I guess we can just call it “It”… It had the power to create any allusion, any trick of the mind. It can make you see or hear whatever it wants you to. It can force you to go anywhere, whether it be run into a wall, or something more serious, like jump off of a cliff, to fall, without any consent, even from Death him / her / itself, directly to your death.
Those two – legged creatures were exactly that. Chasing me to It. That realization explains so very little, yet so very much of my current predicament.
What it doesn’t explain is how I got so far from my home in the Lanorrah Valley.
But I can defeat this dark force.
I am a wolf.
And I am, and shall die as, a Silver Warrior.
If you want to read more, go here. 
Now…
She likes cheese,
He likes trains,
I like fooood.
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