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A small taster-the blades of the dragon
Prologue: The rising of the sun:
Here's the prolouge to one of my stories...enjoy...
Prologue: The rising of the sun:
Sun knew she would not survive the night as soon as the first balverine ripped her shoulder open. Not usually a fatal wound, but the opening would slowly sap strength she desperately needed to stop this endless tide of fur, teeth and claws. She brought up her sword and blocked the next flurry of strikes from a balverine to her right, retaliating with a series of slashes and stabs. The monstrosity fell, only to be replaced by two more, flailing wildly, gnashing foam-flecked teeth. An impact from behind smashed her face into the ground and knocked her silver weapon from her hand. A balverine started to gnaw through the side of her neck. A glint of light on metal caught her flickering eyes. In front of her, a strange phial hung from around her neck, given to her as a present by a travelling hero: the hero who stopped Jack of Blades for the last time. The balverine on her back finished chewing into her flesh, and ripped a chunk out, springing away to swallow. Her carcass collapsed, lifeless onto the thin glass phial, which shattered, embedding glass fragments into her neck, but also releasing the liquid inside. Her body floated up into the air, suspended by a white magic that seeped into her body through every break and pore. Her eyes snapped open, flickering from side to side as she took in the view. Over the years, her eyes had grown much dimmer since her life had begun, but now they were refreshed and renewed, as was the rest of her body. From somewhere deep inside her, a force stirred. Opening her hands palm first, she pointed it at each beast in turn, and watched in wonder as lightning arced from balverine to balverine, electrocuting skin, bone and muscle alike. The sickly scent of burnt hair filled the air. She felt better than she’d ever felt before…she felt ALIVE!