Novel: Reaper’s Puppet (Prologue)

Prologue

I walked in the moonlight; my skin pale as the first fallen snow, my sapphire eyes reflecting the twinkling stars. As I crept slowly through the darkness, my white-blonde hair snagged upon a crooked branch. In the distance I heard footsteps; at least ten soldiers were gaining at my heels, watching my every move.

I tugged hard on my curls, snapping the hand of a withered willow. I keep running. My tattered suede boots carried me on, gathering thick layers of mud on the heels. As I continued on, faint voices rung in my frost-bitten ears.

“You call yourself soldiers, stick to the tracks.  Do not let her escape again!”

They were chasing me, following me out into my domain. But why were they hunting me? What had I done wrong?

These questions circled in my head, taunting my confused mind; the answer was not yet clear, but one thing was certain, I would never stop running.

I jumped over many rise tree-trunks, each one slightly higher above ground than the last. I could see the moonlight through a crack in the trees, the end was in sight.

Just as I thought I was safe; my ankle twisted. I tumbled to the dirty ground, smashing my head against a mossy rock. I lay on my bruised back wondering what would become of me, if the soldiers found me.

I clutched my forehead, a pulsing pain pushed hard against the skin. Tears clustered in the corner of my eyes; stagnant moss grazed my cheeks, broken bark sticking in my pale skin.

Was this the end?

Finding beauty is surreal, when it’s so subtle

I love to find inspiration in the environment that surrounds me, to find beauty in anything and everything, is a life waiting aspiration i hope to feel. However surreal or subtle it may be to the naked eye.

It’s a dream to become one of the world’s greatest fashion designers. Taking a walk through fields of open gorgeously lush colours, vibrant and scented beautifully.
Camping in a new place every night, exploring different places everyday. I want to live my life as if it was an adventure.

Shorts: Reaper’s Market

This short story is Chapter 1 to my first novel “The Reaper’s puppet”.

These are short parts of the story, that have been edited and reedited to create the actual chapters of the novel.

 

The beautiful burnt skies slowly drew to a close, hiding the sun with a deeper shade. An old watchtower stood silently guarding the market town. He stood with the posture of a haggard gentleman, gazing down at the villages closing up their stalls for the evening.

A faint chill flew with the wind, hurrying both customers and salesmen to call it a day. The town became dormant in minutes, silent and still. An armored figure walked casually into the market, touching one of the wooden stalls.

“Closed already?” the man asked, looking over his shoulder, six men dressed in the same attire joined the guard.

“This happens every year Sir, what is the meaning of this?” one of the men queried.

The first guard scanned the area, “Avalin Young,” he replied with a sharp tone, “I know you’re lurking somewhere around here. Quit playing games and come quietly for once!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the streets.

In the distance a couple of wooden kegs tumbled to the stone pavement; rolling towards the guard’s, the fire crackers hidden inside exploded as they reached their target.

“What makes you think I will ever come quietly?” a female voice called from a distance.

“Show yourself!” the head guard growled, his vision clouded by the smokescreen. The female voice laughed, walking slowly through the fog with small crop scythes in each hand. Her hair was coloured white-blonde; the curls tied in a messy ponytail with a piece of cloth. Her eyes were dyed like sapphires, her clothes tight to her body, yet tattered like rags. A smirk appeared across her face, launching herself at the head guard.

“Do you know what today is?” Avalin young asked, holding one of her crop scythe’s on his throat.

“I believe it is December fifth,” one of the other guards replied.

“Why does that have any relevance!” the head guard snapped.

“Today is my birthday,” she smiled, removing her weapon from his throat, “So can you not just leave me alone for one day please?”

“After the crimes you committed, you shouldn’t even be allowed to stand on our streets,” he growled, removing a pistol from his leather holster.

Avalin snarled at the heavily armored group; backing off slowly as the head guard fire a bullet at a small silver bell dangling at the foot of the watchtower. The alarm was ear-piercing; ringing through the dormant town, waking ever man, woman and child from their beds. Commander Grey nodded to his man, each of them pulled out their silver rapiers from the holsters.

“Get her!” he growled. His men scrambled towards the intruder in the market, rapiers held across their bodies. She stepped back slowly waiting for the opportune moment to strike her enemy. As one man approached her, Avalin grabbed him by his tiny throat, swinging him into the other guards. She drew her rusted crop scythes from her holsters, holding up her guard.

“Come at me Commander, I dare you.” She smirked, her sapphire eyes fixed on the armored man.

“Don’t test me child. Have you forgotten your place? You are a criminal, don’t you forget that!” Commander Grey shouted in reply.

The town’s people watched from their open windows and front doors, some carrying the smaller children in their arms. A faint cry from one baby filled the still atmosphere; its mother tried to rock it back to sleep with a soothing lullaby. Avalin turned her head slowly round towards the mother and baby, her cold eyes leaked small crystal tears. The lullaby the young mother was whispering to her child touched her heart.

“Thinking about your poor deceased mother,” Commander Grey snorted at the girl. In the brief moment she was distracted, her guard was down and he was standing behind her. Avalin’s sapphire eyes widened, she felt a sharp pain rush through her body; her enemy struck her, between into her boney spine with an impenetrable force. His fist, heavy with metal armor rammed into her fragile body.

 

Avalin’s skinny legs buckled under the weight of her heavy body, as she fell she turned back slowly, glaring deep into her enemies soul. She lie on the dirty ground, her muscles crying with agony.

Commander Grey towered over the young girl, “I’ve waited so long to catch you, Avalin Young,” he sniggered, “You know, I feel sorry for your poor deceased mother.” Avalin glared at him, her sapphire eyes like daggers into his. She slowly pulled her body from the dusty ground, like a puppet on a string.

“She must have gone through hell, giving birth to a demon like you.” He remarked. Avalin’s perfect proportioned face screwed up in anger, she gripped tight of her rusty crop scythes.

“You have no right to speak about my mother,” she spat at her enemy, her blood beginning to boil.

“That’s rich coming from her killer,” Commander Grey smirked, “Don’t make me laugh, outlaw.”

Avalin scolded, her grip tightening on the rusty scythes. Suddenly she ran at her enemy, striking hard against his shiny armor. Commander Grey seized his opportunity to punch the young girl hard in her pale face. She was sent flying backwards; tumbling into a wooden market stall, crashing into a pile of empty barrels. Crimson tears dripped from her peach lips, streaking down her chin.

Commander Grey’s grin grew smug, “All you have to do is come with me.” Avalin young slowly pushed her tried body from the rumble, crimson stains on her suede gloves, as she staggered towards her enemy. The young girl held up her guard, both hands gripping tightly to rusty crop scythes.

“Just give up already kid, it’s useless trying to fight me,” the guard grinned.

Avalin Young continued to stand her ground, her guard firmly up, “I will never stop fighting.”

The amored man sighed,  “I admire your determination, but save us both the hassle and give up already.”

“Never!” the young girl screamed. The townspeople stared at her, frightened of her abilities.

Shorts: Runaway Dream

This short story is the Prologue to my first novel “The Reaper’s puppet”.

These are short parts of the story, that have been edited and reedited to create the actual chapters of the novel.

 

I walked into the moonlight; my skin pale as the first fallen snow and my sapphires reflecting the twinkling stars. As I crept slowly through the darkness, my honey-blonde hair snagged upon a crooked branch. In the distance I heard footsteps; at least ten soldiers were following me, watching my every move.

I tugged hard on my curls, snapping the hand of the withered willow, I kept running. My tattered suede boots carried me on, gathering thick layers of mud on the heels.

Faint voices rung in my frost-bitten ears, “After her, men. Do not let her escape again!” They were chasing me, following me out into my domain.

But why were they chasing me?

What have I done wrong?

These questions repeated themselves in my confused mind; the answer was not yet clear but one thing was for certain, I would never stop running.
I jumped over many risen tree trunks, each one slightly higher above ground than the last. I could see the moonlight between the trees, the end was in sight.

Just as I thought I was safe; I tumbled to the dirty ground, smashing my head against a mossy stone. I laid on my bruised back wondering what would become of me, if they found me.

I clutched my forehead, a pulsing pain pushed against the skin. Tears clustered in the corner of my eyes; stagnant moss grazed my cheeks, broken bark stuck to my pale skin.

Was this the end?

Fanfiction: ‘Life after the Last Banquet’ (P7)

This is a fan-based fiction, based on Fruits Basket (c) Natsuki Takaya.

The characters in this fan-fiction are owned by Natsuki Takaya.

This fan-fiction is a romance/comedy of Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma based in present time.

The rating is T, suitable for teens over 13 years old.

 

We all remember how the last chapter ended, but what will the future hold for Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma?

Will they tie the knot?

Will they part ways?

Or will there be another addition to the Sohma house-hold?

 

“Wow, I never thought you’d actually ask her.” Yuki Sohma chuckled at his cousin.

“Well silly rat, you have got me all wrong it would seem” Kyo smirked, sipping his coffee.

“Just it took so long for you to even confess your love for her, and now you’re both engaged. Wow!”

“Calm down. That was only because I was embarrassed, and worried she’d reject me for you.”

“You thought when we was in high school she preferred me?” Yuki replied, “You really are stupid, cat!”

The ginger haired boy blushed, “I did yeah. We were always fighting as well, I admit it was from jealousy. I apologise.”

“No, Kyo. I’m sorry, I was unfair to you. It was plain to see from the beginning you two were meant to be together” The rat smiled, “Do you have a date set?”

Kyo shook his head, “I did think about having the ceremony at the family estate. Traditional, maybe under a cherry blossom tree or something. Do ya think Hatori or Shigure would mind marrying me and Tohru?”

“It’s possible, I’m sure they’ll love too. Mind you I’d be a little worried about that old dog, you know how perverted he can be.” Yuki sighed remembering the way his cousin was with Tohru when they all attended high school.

“So you think Hatori would be a better choice?”

“Probably, he’s the most mature of the Sohma house.”

“Good point, Rat.”

Fanfiction: ‘Life after the Last Banquet’ (P6)

This is a fan-based fiction, based on Fruits Basket (c) Natsuki Takaya.

The characters in this fan-fiction are owned by Natsuki Takaya.

This fan-fiction is a romance/comedy of Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma based in present time.

The rating is T, suitable for teens over 13 years old.

 

We all remember how the last chapter ended, but what will the future hold for Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma?

Will they tie the knot?

Will they part ways?

Or will there be another addition to the Sohma house-hold?

 

(a few days later, Ou-chan comes round with Kyoko to visit Tohru while Kyo is at work.)

“Wow kiddo, that’s some rock on your finger. So Ginge did finally pop the question then?” she grinned, knowing full well she secretly know that one day Kyo would ask Tohru.

The brunette blushed, unable to talk she was so in love.

“So when did this all happen, when did he ask? How did he do it?” she questioned.

Tohru’s cheeks grew a darker shade of pink, she refused to answer the question, “Would you like another tea?” she asked politely standing up.

“Tohru!” Ou spoke in a deep tone, almost motherly, “Sit down and start talking Kiddo.” She grinned placing head on her palms.

“What is there to say, other than it was the most perfect moment that we have ever shared.”

“Aww,” her friend smiled, “You picked a date? Flower girl? Maid of honor? Best man? Anything yet?” she wondered hoping her name was under the MOH.

“Well actually there’s something I have been meaning to ask you, actually.” Tohru stuttered embarrassed.

“Really?”

“Would Kyoko like to be my flower girl?” the riceball smiled, “And more importantly would you do the honor of being my Maid of Honor and give me away?”

Ou-chan’s eyes started to tear up, she throw her arms loving round her best friend, “Oh Kiddo! Nothing would make me more happier. Of course I’ll give you away and be your Maid of Honor, and Kyoko will definitely be your bridesmaid, there’s no shadow of a doubt!”

“Thank you so much Ou, it means so much to me.” the blue-eyed girl smiled.

“It’ll be the best wedding the Sohma family would of ever seen! No doubt about it,” the blonde punched the air.

“Really you think so?”

“I know so, Kiddo. When have I ever been wrong..” she could see the wheels turning in her friend’s head, “Don’t answer that, trust me we’ll plan the greatest wedding ever!”

Fanfiction: ‘Life after the Last Banquet’ (P5)

This is a fan-based fiction, based on Fruits Basket (c) Natsuki Takaya.

The characters in this fan-fiction are owned by Natsuki Takaya.

This fan-fiction is a romance/comedy of Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma based in present time.

The rating is T, suitable for teens over 13 years old.

 

We all remember how the last chapter ended, but what will the future hold for Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma?

Will they tie the knot?

Will they part ways?

Or will there be another addition to the Sohma house-hold?

 

Kyo was knelt down on one knee, a sapphire velvet box appearing in his hand. He asked me the sentence I have dreamt about my whole life. Those words rung through my mind “Honor” and “Wife” with such ease in his voice. I could tell he had gathered all his courage to even do this. It seemed strange but so relieving, he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. Ou-chan was right, she always is.

I struggled to speak, i was screamed “Yes Kyo, the honor would be mine” but only a faint squeak was forced out instead. Was I that excited, that I couldn’t even speak?

My handsomely beautiful boyfriend looked up into my eyes, a smile plastered across his face, “Onigiri, are you okay?” he asked worriedly, taking hold of my hand.

My voice had disappeared completely, why?

‘Speak Tohru!’ I kept screaming at myself. I nodded, managing to force out “Yes.”

Kyo was confused, “And which question would you be referring that answer too?” he asked, eagerly wrapping his arms round my little waist.

“Both,” I smiled, happiness flowing through my entire body.

“Really?” he asked giving me a weird look, “Are you sure?” “I have never been more sure about this than anything else in the world. You are my soul-mate, my best friend and the world’s greatest boyfriend,” I explained, kissing him on the cheek with happiness.

“You mean fiance, Onigiri?” Kyo corrected me, chuckling slightly. He kissed me on my forehead before he opened the sapphire velvet box revealing -again- the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. “Now for my gorgeous bride-to-be, here is a ring that holds a promise from me. I will never stop loving you for eternity.” He smiled pushing the ring on my engagement finger.

“A perfect fit,” I giggled with glee.

“That just means you were always the missing piece to my jigsaw, waiting to be found.”

“Aww Kyo,” a hot-flushed over-took my body and I was filled with so much happiness from the most amazing moment. I kissed his cheek, and he returned the favour more passionately on my lips.

“I think we should go upstairs,” Kyo suggested.

“Can’t you wait till the honey-moon?” I giggled, as he scooped me up into his arms.

“Only if I have too,” he smiled, carrying me out of the room and upstairs, “I also know you have over-doing it recently and are looking alittle pale. You should take a little nap, it’ll do you good.”

“But what about dinner?” I asked, panicking.

“Tohru, calm down. I will sort it, you just take a hot bath. Relax and I’ll bring dinner up when it’s finished.”

My lovely gentleman was about to walk out of the door but turned round before he left to say, “You’re going to make such a beautiful wife, Onigiri.”

“And you a perfect husband,” I replied.

“I promise I’d do anything to make you happy, however crazy,” he smiled before leaving the room, “I love you!” I heard him call.

“I love you too,” I shouted back.

Everything, at this moment in time, was perfect.