Hey guys! It’s me again (Asma)! Okay, so I read all of your comments and they really helped, super big thanks to Jessica Brooks and Adriana. So I rewrote the story and decided that my main character should be a girl.
I did my best to give you guys a visual background of where she is in the beginning, and I gave her a name (I can’t believe I didn’t give my MC one in the first draft!). So tell me if its better and if I should move on to the next part! Thanks guys!
You cannot escape me, girl. I get what I want, when I want it and no one can defeat me. My race has lived in the shadows for too long. Humans shall fear me and you will help me achieve this power. You will fight. You will scream. But in the end I will have you, for your blood is essential. And you’ll have nowhere else to run.
I drop to my knees, the cold dirt seeping moisture through my frayed pants. My head throbbing. I came out here to escape the tight confines of the dark dorms. The moon shines down on me, illuminating everything in an eerie glow of white.
It was happening more and more. The…voice wants me, the same way it had wanted my parents. My parents hadn’t fought it, and they told me not to either, they said no matter what, it would capture me, but they were wrong – I escaped and they… they disappeared. I know I can’t run forever, soon enough, the creature will come and take me as if I am his. But until then, I will practice, each day growing stronger, ready to fight the creature, and live the life that is mine.
I feel as though I am living in an hourglass, each day the sand slipping more and more, as though counting down to the day I’ll be taken. But I won’t be taken. Each day I improve. I can fight with a sword as easily as I can walk.
I will be lethal.
A shadow looms over me and my hand reaches for the short sword hanging loyally in a sheathe by my side.
“It’s me, Dove. I’m guessing it happened again?” Darius asks, standing above me. He is the only one I have told about the shadow race. The only one who listens and actually believes me.
“No,” I lie. He worries too much. His unnervingly light grey eyes say he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t push.
“You should go, before the Keeper makes her rounds.” Darius squints around us, no doubt assessing our surroundings in that acute way of his. Tonight is his shift, along with a couple of other students. I nod and climb to my feet, my legs are like jelly, barely supporting my weight. I hate how different I am from the other students, jumping at the slightest noise, reaching for my sword when I hear the faintest whisper. I shake my head in disgust. I’ve been going to Keridan for five years now, ever since I was 10 – when I first started hearing the voices, and I’m still weak. Still afraid.
Sometimes I wonder if there are others who can hear the voice, the race of shadows, others who live in fear that one day they’ll be taken. The pink and white flowers that hang on the fruit trees surrounding the school do nothing to cheer me up. I finger the hilt of my sword and glance at Darius, who watches me intently. As long as he is by my side, as my trainer and friend, I’m confident of hope.
I slip quietly into the girls’ dorm and into the bathroom. Each of the dorms has one shard of glass in the bathroom, serving as mirrors. I stand in front of the mirror, looking at the ghost of a girl before me, with limp brown hair and haunted green eyes. A shell.
I sigh and turn away. I’ve always hated mirrors, showing you what you already know. I slide into my bed and stare at the bottom of the bed above me. Dark splotches cover the dark cardboard supporting above, showing the age of this ancient place. I pull the covers up to my chin and roll over on to my side. I turn off the lamp and close my eyes. It isn’t long before sleep pulls me under again. And throws me into darkness, filled with the voice.