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I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what wewe think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!
Prologue
“Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t wewe see?” She alisema icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and giggled happily. The child crabbed the edge of the crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and clung to it tightly. Suddenly, the boys’ eyes began to glow. When the glowing stopped, the boy released the crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and continued to giggle and squirm. There was a scorch mark left on the bar from where his hand was.
Tanya looked at her hard headed boyfriend and said, “We where not like this. We didn’t giggle and squirm and go to sleep kindly. He’s soft hearted.” Virgil looked at Tanya with an expression half way between anger and sadness. “What are wewe saying that we do?” Virgil asked. Tanya Looked at her child. He had her pale blue eyes and dark skin, Virgil’s snow white hair.
“I was talking to some of the other characters the other day,” Tanya said, “They told me about the Guides. They alisema that It’s getting to be the time where a child of two villains becomes a Guide.” Virgil looked at Tanya with a cool expression, “And wewe think that it’s him?” Tanya looked at her boyfriend with annoyance. “It’s time for us to take the lead for a while. We villains need a turn to be triumphant.” Virgil nodded inn agreement.
“We should train him.” Virgil alisema flatly, “He obviously has your moto using abilities, and I have a strong feeling that he will be an excellent swords master.” Tanya laughed. “All in good time Virgil,” she said, “All in good time.”
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what wewe think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!
Prologue
“Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t wewe see?” She alisema icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and giggled happily. The child crabbed the edge of the crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and clung to it tightly. Suddenly, the boys’ eyes began to glow. When the glowing stopped, the boy released the crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and continued to giggle and squirm. There was a scorch mark left on the bar from where his hand was.
Tanya looked at her hard headed boyfriend and said, “We where not like this. We didn’t giggle and squirm and go to sleep kindly. He’s soft hearted.” Virgil looked at Tanya with an expression half way between anger and sadness. “What are wewe saying that we do?” Virgil asked. Tanya Looked at her child. He had her pale blue eyes and dark skin, Virgil’s snow white hair.
“I was talking to some of the other characters the other day,” Tanya said, “They told me about the Guides. They alisema that It’s getting to be the time where a child of two villains becomes a Guide.” Virgil looked at Tanya with a cool expression, “And wewe think that it’s him?” Tanya looked at her boyfriend with annoyance. “It’s time for us to take the lead for a while. We villains need a turn to be triumphant.” Virgil nodded inn agreement.
“We should train him.” Virgil alisema flatly, “He obviously has your moto using abilities, and I have a strong feeling that he will be an excellent swords master.” Tanya laughed. “All in good time Virgil,” she said, “All in good time.”
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten kwa a vampire. Leaves a scar of a nyota on the palm of their hand. wewe might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the nyota on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the nyota on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur, manyoya stained
Mourning over
What his moyo once contained
collar, alama torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one siku a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur, manyoya stained
Mourning over
What his moyo once contained
collar, alama torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one siku a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?