This is my style of writing. First person perspective changing main characters for different parts of the story. This will be an awesome story style. Anyways, enjoy.
Rain of Sorrow
Chapter 2- Final Destination
SYLVA
I sat against the rocky wall of the chasm, trying to catch my breath. I looked around at my friends. Wayne held his arm out to Ken for him to treat an already infected wound. Grim sat on a rock with his hand over his eyes, his blue hair a mess. My eyes wandered to the grave yard of which we had survived. Dead Yetis and Lycanthropes littered the snow covered ground, white crystals floating into stab wounds and decaying flesh. I shivered at the idea of how it felt to be dead. My skin stung with frost bite and I couldn’t even feel my feet, even though I had just came out of battle. Grim hopped off his rock.