Hi everyone! I'm Hadassah, and I have just joined the Story Club! =D So, this is the fist chapter of my story Blades of the Warriors. Hope you like it! I know it's kind of confusing, but bear with me.
Chapter One: Halla
The wind blew over the land of Chaun as I stumbled on. It was a cold, hard, proud wind and it sucked the life out of the already weary land. Chaun is a land of stone, filled with stone palaces, villages, citys, castles, highways, stone huts, and stone courtyards. It is all made out of a grey rock, and there is not many rivers. The biggest flows through the Great City down to the sea of Arcrist. Then, slowly, the sun began to rise. It is large and red and does not give out much heat. I have been told that, comparared to other worlds, ours is an old sun, thousands upon thousands of years old. I stared sadly at the sun. It had lived to long, and had seen to much evil. Evil was stealing its rays and swallowing them whole. And I knew in my heart, that morning when the sun was rising, that the land of Chaun would not last much longer.
A tug on the chains around my wrists brought me back to reality. I lurched forward and joined the long line of slaves making their way to the Great City to be sold and to die, nameless, among the thousand others who breathed their last every day. My heart beat with foreboding as I drew nearer and nearer to the City. I had no idea what fate would await me there. I only knew that, whatever it was, my fate was intwined in that of Chaun's, and of everyone's in the whole world.