A novel of mine.

There were decent sized wooden houses in the village. A dirt road connected to each of the houses, and there were a wide assortment of trees. The houses formed a rectangular shape if viewed from above. Jillian’s house was the biggest one.

She walked along the road passing both houses and stables. There were no shops because no one had need for currency, unless they traveled. Jillian’s village was an all women village. Generally, the woman of the village married each other. Some left of their own volition to marry men or see the world on their own. Not even, the military or local scientists had need for currency.

At one side of the village, there was a pond. There was a large rock next to it, and it was also circled by different trees. This is where Jillian stopped walking. She climbed up the rock and sat atop it. It wasn’t an easy feat since she was still barefoot. She gazed upon the water and her eyes burned with concentration.

Jillian started to sing a tune both her birth mother and her second mother had sung to her when she was a toddler. The hymn was a deep one filled with underlying meanings Jillian had yet to unravel.

“My days of glory are drawing near

A mask thrown beside me hides all my pain

A new life is dawning

And I must take the stand

My sword is drawn

At full strength I go

Uncovering dark secrets along the way

My battle prowess is up to the task

Any injury I receive is eradicated by the powers that be

My sword is stained with the blood of my foes

I seek for peace

But that is not to come

With every battle I lose myself

A victim to my ongoing rage

A deadly sin

In the body of the strongest warrior

Even deadlier yet is the power stored inside my being

The glowing red eyes I harness when completely enraged

Like that of a demon

But I am no monster

I only fight when provoked

And even then I may not choose to fight

However, I will always prevail

I am the strongest warrior”

While Jillian was singing, another sixteen year old girl came to the pond. This young woman had black hair with a chunk of green hair in the front, and a tan skinned complexion. She wore brown hyde boots. She also sported green baggy pants and a green shirt that came down to her middle.

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  • Christine Ramsay on Apr 5, 2011

    Such an imaginative and well written story. I really enjoyed it and I hope you are going to continue it.

  • Coleen Hazeldine on Aug 13, 2011

    She better continue it :)

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