Damian Pires
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Journey Ch. 2 Pt. 2
Argus explained that she would start her studies about the history of mystic and the kingdom in the morning and left the room with a bow. She walked over to the window and looked out to see the lushness of a world untouched by the technology of hers. Winding rivers and birds soaring. They must be atop a mountain because the view was expansive. She could see miles out towards a range of mountains that were topped with snow guarding the horizon. The small villages in the distance were the only thing breaking the forest, appearing like islands in a vast ocean of green. The sprawling rivers disappeared and reappeared around the trees and hills with intertwining roads paved in a grey stone. The view was breathtaking, she could stare for hours and find new things wherever she looked. She turned around to see the hooded man she met in the dungeon standing just by her door. Startled, she backed up to the window.
By Damian Pires5 years ago in Fiction
Journey Ch. 2 Pt. 1
Chapter 2 Part. 1 When she awoke that morning she couldn’t help but feel excited, after all she felt like she was in a dream. She giggled to herself as she turned towards the gleaming light coming from the stone window to her right. She excitedly sat up, her wispy golden hair wrapping around her face and stood up stretching her hands into the air. The weather was cool and perfect with a breeze blowing into the room. She walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room to look at herself. The person in the mirror was almost a stranger. She barely recognized herself, with her blonde hair, blue eyes and delicate features being very different from her image from her past life. This world had magic, magic that she had only heard in the stories of her home. She felt that no matter the time that passed she didn’t know if she would ever get used to this.
By Damian Pires5 years ago in Fiction
Journey (Working Title)
Chapter 1 The sound of rustling leaves as he pushed them out of his path, the sound of the wind brushing past him while he ran. There was nothing more that he loved as he ran through the woods. Even though he was being chased, he couldn’t help but love these sounds around him. The adoration almost masked the fear that he felt as he ran from them. They were chasing him for a reason unknown to him. All he knew was that he needed to get away. He could feel the pounding of their feet trailing behind his. Scared of getting caught he turned left into the thicket, hoping to hide from his pursuers but as he ran through the thick bushes he heard a faint creak under his feet just before the ground below him snapped and he fell.
By Damian Pires5 years ago in Fiction
