Well here’s another of Devvy’s take on story-writing. Enjoy =D

PROLOGUE

A lone figure trekked amongst the barren wasteland. Trudging carefully, the poor girl, not even in her adolescent years yet, barely darted past a mass of hazardous stones, their cold venomous glares aimed at her with much abhorrence.

The faint glow of her oil-lit lamp was all she had left to pressure her on. Gritting her teeth she told herself everything was going to be fine as she continued pursuing through the binding darkness.

In a distance the intimidating growls of various winter creatures assailed her as they displayed their unwelcome intentions of pure bitterness. Still she bit her numb lips and tediously scaled the ragged path.

‘Dad!’ She cried out once more, but her relentless efforts were in vain. As if spitefully trying to repel her presence, the winds of the merciless blizzard roared maliciously in attempt to cover her sorrowful pleas.

‘Hey! It’s not safe to wander around the outskirts of El Nath without company!’ Just then, as if a passing angel pitied her, she sensed the slightest glint of hope. In the thick musty fog appeared a trace of humanity. Gradually a distant silhouette approached her and came into clear view, revealing a boy. He may have been only a little older than the girl, but the overwhelming confidence he portrayed gave her an aura of comfort in this terror.

‘Hi! ’ He greeted her with a cheerful tone. The girl remained silent, her eyes timidly tracing a snowflake floating down to join its cousins.

The boy quietened and studied her face. However well she concealed it, the agonising terror planted firmly in her lovely eyes was obvious. She was petrified, but of what cause he did not know.

But looking deeper into her quivering pupils, he suddenly felt something strange beckoning to him. There was an unseen grace in the girl’s appearance and he gradually let himself succumb as the inviting warmth enveloped him and he was beginning to experience a tingling sensation… the boy quickly shunned the thought turned away. What was happening to him?

There was a short lapse of momentary stillness and no one spoke a word.

Then, as if to liven the mood, one of the territorial dwellers suddenly grew impatient. Gashing its teeth with a vicious snarl a hector assaulted the small company. It had spotted a potential meal. Energy palpated in the grey wolf’s mouth as the hector rushed for the kill. Almost with precise aim, it shot out a pulse of energy reflecting an illustration of itself.

‘This is cake!’ The boy grinned, flashing the girl a reassuring smile. He then whipped out a scarab and he notched a lethal miniature knife to the menacing bug shaped claw. The knife, also called a Kunai, or Steely, had been a choice assassination weapon for Ninjas over the years and this poor hector was going head on against its wrath.

As quickly has he had gotten into a battle stance, the boy immediately released a fury of throwing knives and before the hector could retaliate, it felt an excruciating pain. As it conceded defeat and slumped on the icy surface, leaving behind a gory mess with the shiny Kunais reverberating its crimson blood, the bolt of energy it had fired disintegrated into dust.

The girl remained rooted to the ground, staring in awe. She was incredulous one could deliver such a powerful attack at such a young age.

But their jubilation was short lived. As they ventured further, they stumbled upon a camp of beasts. There were fiercer versions of hectors with paler hide tones resting about in the hundreds and worse yet, a gigantic lycanthrope looming over them. It released a forceful growl as it watched over its comrades possessively.

The girl scanned the area and suddenly gasped in shock. Just beside the massive werewolf was a cage with her father in it. He had appeared to have been drugged with anaesthetics.

‘Do-do you th-think we can p-p-penetrate their defence?’ She wondered worriedly.

Her question would be answered soon enough for there was a ferocious bawl. The lycanthrope had spotted them. Almost at once hoards of white pangs sprinted on their fours at the duo.

‘Leave this to me.’ The boy clenched his fists and lodged another Steely in his firm claw. Then leaping into the air, he started tackling the onslaught. Slowly the pangs fell one by one, their fur scarred with bloody marks. The pangs were strong and were fighting in a favourable environment, but the boy had proven superior. By now they were getting frightened and some crawled away, whimpering pitifully. ‘Heh they’re pathetic!’

Then he heard a thudding sound with a body flung onto the ground from his back. Spinning around, he found the girl kicking away at a white pang with the initial intentions of slashing the boy from behind. It whined and rolled away, then limped off on three working legs.

‘Nice work there-’

WHAM. The boy was interrupted by a powerful swipe following a harsh snarl. He flew a few feet, knocking the girl over and landing on her.

For a while everything appeared still, the lycanthrope frozen in an agitated frame, as the boy stared into the girl’s lovely eyes. They now spoke of desire, a soft moan declaring her love for him. And slowly, those closed as the boy also felt an urge to close his. They kissed.

Her lips were cold and dry from the turbulent weather, but while they were interlocked he felt burning passion. A wild inferno from his heart flared in ineffable happiness as he her sensual lips tightly pressing against his. Both of them were too young, but covetousness had inevitably gotten the better of them. Gradually their lips parted. The boy sought the girl’s eyes and they spelt dreaminess and content. ‘You can do it.’ Those seductive lips mouthed.

The boy now more rejuvenated than ever, jumped to his feet and plagued the lycanthrope with a barrage of knives, his throwing speed quicker than anything it had ever seen. The lycanthrope had not expected such power and fell to the ground almost instantly in submission.

Then, gathering a tremendous force at the tip of his fingers, the boy summoned an enormous shuriken and surged it at the wounded beast. Its impending doom was of time. The boy turned to the girl with a huge grin of ecstasy plastered on his face triumphantly, expecting some sort of victory hug. But the girl’s face was pale white instead, her mouth gaping in horror.

Confused, the boy turned his head back, only just in time to see the lycanthrope burying into the snow to hide and unscathed by his avenger.

The boy yelled. The boy shouted. But it was to no avail as that star soullessly flew over the werewolf and towards the girl’s father…