olafthebunny
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Hey everyone!
so some of you who have known me since I joined this forum, know that a while ago I started a book series, called ' Wolves of the Night'.
Since then I've written four books and three special additions! Not my best work, but it was my first ever series. :lol:
I recently got a book idea I'm really excited about and have started last week! It's going to be a trilogy, which is titled,
' The Queen's Assassin'.
The first book in in progress, and going very very well! Im quite proud of how it is coming along! I have to say I think I have gotten more experienced in my writing :lol:
Well I thought, since there's an abundance of readers on this forum, that I'd share a bit of it with y'all! let me know what you think!
The first book is called, ' Piper'.
Thanks all!
__________ Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:24 am __________
Its’s freezing, and I’m dying.
She staggered on, snow falling onto her freckled, frozen skin. Her shoulders stung with immense pain, but she had to go on. Her forest green eyes unblinking behind her shadowy mask, she nearly tripped through the thick ground of snow. One of her braids came loose, releasing waves of auburn gold hair. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the numbing sensation in her feet. Even her bones felt frozen and fragile, as if a single wrong movement would snap her in two.
The winter wind howled, bringing in another gust of cold snow. She shivered, and fell to the ground, the frost covering her legs and feet. She began to breath heavily, her chest rising and falling in panic. She was slowly dying, but she knew she couldn't stop. She tried to lift herself off the freezing ground, but failed, falling back down with huff. She furrowed her thick brow and used the last of her strength to stand up once again. She walked on, unstable, through the forest, the leaves of the pine trees brushing the shoulders of her thin coat. Her second braid undid it’s self, and her hair was now flowing through the chilling wind. She rubbed her small, calloused hands together, trying to warm them, and breathed onto frozen, pink skin. But even the breath from her lungs was cold. She stumbled again, and her body collapsed with exhaustion. She couldn't feel her legs or arms, as she lay in the freezing snow. She could feel that sleep was on it’s way, and she welcomed it openly.
An excerpt from Piper’s journal, edited and approved by Lief.
This was the beginning of the book, and I hope you enjoyed reading it!
( This part of the book has yet to be edited, so please bear with me on any misspelling.) <br /><br /> __________ Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:26 am __________ <br /><br /> Prolouge
Four-hundred years before……..
The four journeymen made their way through the thick forest of pine trees.
The king had sent them to gather boar skins for the kingdoms crafters. They were to be used to make new sword sheaths for the warriors of Charelston.
They trudged on, cracking twigs and pinecones as they went. They weren't the kingdoms most quiet journeymen, but they did their job well, and provided the king with what he wished. The journeymen were alarmed by a sudden movement in the trees.
“ Must be one of em’ bears,” a stocky, tan man guessed, and he notched an arrow on his oak wood bow. The man raised and aimed at the trees. He let go, and the arrow zipped through the crisp air. But there wasn't the expected sound of a disturbed bear, or an injured bird. Instead, there was utter silence. The four men looked at each other, and walked on, taking only six more steps before they froze again. Something had dropped from trees behind them. The turned, to see what it was, but saw nothing except a blur of brisk movement beside them. Though in fear, they turned around again, and saw a a small girl, head down, only several feet in front of them. Her long, wavy locks of auburn gold hair were covering her face. Her clothes were torn and shredded, brown fabric hanging loosely about her. Her pale skin was smudged with black dirt and blood. One of the journeymen dared to speak up.
“ Hello, little one,” his voice shook, “ What be your name?”
The young girl did not respond. The man questioned again, but she still did not answer. He looked at one of his companions and shrugged. The stockier man took one step forward, “ Where are yer parents?”
The girl’s head slowly lifted, revealing stunning forest green eyes. Her face as was her body, was caked in mud and blood. Her hands clenched into fists, and before they could even think out what was happening, she leapt at them, her hands waving wildly in the air. The men shrieked with fear, as the small girl hurled herself at them, screeching with rage. She knocked one of the journeymen to the forest floor, dirt flying into his face. They did not fight back though- they would dare not injure a youngling. Instead, they avoided her, trying to make their way back through the forest to the kingdom. They needed to find this mad girls parents, and maybe find her some new clothes.
“ Tie er’ down!” One of the men yelled, as he pulled thick cords of rope from his pack. The others did the same, and then circled her, ready to throw their ropes about her the moment she tried to run.
“ We're not gonna hurt ya’” the stocky man comforted, as if he was trying to tame a wild dog.
Her eyes leapt from man to man, and her legs tensed, about to dash. The men then cast out their ropes, and she fell to the ground beneath them. They grabbed her and wrapped the thick cords around her. She was now tangled up in the ropes, kicking and screaming wildly on the floor.
“ Let me go! LET ME GO!” She yelled, giving them all dirty looks. But they did not let her go. They decided to send one of the men back to village for help. As soon as they turned their backs, the girl wriggled free from the ropes and climbed swiftly up the tree. The journeymen whipped around, to see their captive missing. They heard a commotion in the trees above and spotted gold hair among the dark green leaves. “ Don’t try to kill me,” she warned, her voice sounding older than she looked, “ You cannot. I cannot die.”
The men, disbelieving her, as she was young girl, aimed their arrows at her.
“ Not a good idea, I will not die. Only you will.”
But they ignored her warning, and shot their arrows. The girl was dangerous, and had nearly killed them, and still might if they weren't careful. But the arrows did not hit her, instead, the zipped right through her. Their faces fell, and they tried again, but they still did not hurt her.
“ I told you, I cannot die.”
A dark skinned man looked at the stocky man, and nodded, as he pulled out another arrow. But this time, it was a shade of lavender at the tip, and steamed in the cold air. He notched it on his bow and prepared to launch it. It flew through the air, and hit the girl in the forehead. It exploded in a puff of white glowing dust, and her eyes blinked in astonishment. She began to lean to one side, balancing unstably on the branches of the pine tree. Then she fell, and landed hard on the moist soil of the forest ground. The men rushed towards her, and tied her in the ropes once again, this time, more secure. The dark man lifted her limp body into his strong arms, and they carried back through he forest. They were unaware that they had completely forgotten about boar skins they were sent for.
The king paced the cool tiles of the castle in Charelston, his oiled leather boots thumping the floor. He eventually gave up on his pacing and sat down beside his beautiful queen on the plush, velvet couch. She was in danger. He was in danger. The rebel kingdom wanted them dead, both of them.
The queen placed her small, soft hands on his, and searched his eyes. He looked down at her, his concern showing in his deep, blue eyes. They had lost their sparkle and charm, and were now sad and depressed. The queen rested her head on the king’s shoulder, her long brunette curls strewn about the sofa behind her. The door suddenly opened, and a guard rushed in before the royal couple. Behind him, a journeyman, panting hard, staggered in.
“ A girl, in the woods. She attacked us.” He explained, wheezing for air.
The queen sat up straight, focused on the two men standing before her.
“ Calm down, tell us more.”
“ There isn't more to be said. She nearly killed us,” the man shook with fear,
“ But we took her here. The guards have her now. We shot her with a Poppyblade arrow”
The queen nodded. Even she had been trained as a young girl to shoot a bow, for her protection. Only the journeymen, guards, archers and royals owned the rare Poppyblade arrows. They were made from Poppyblade flowers, grown underneath the castle-the only spot they could survive in.
They needed to have cool, moist air, and thick dark soil. Poppyblade flower roots were known to have the abilities to make people forget their past. You could brainwash someone with only the stem. They were made into arrows, so that when shot, they could put a person in a temporary sleep, and make them forget everything.
“ Bring us to her.” The king demanded. The guard nodded, and they followed him and the journey men through the castle and into the dungeons below. There, on a wooden table, lay a small girl, who looked about fourteen years of age. Her messy, matted hair had been tied up, and she was bound to the table with thick, black cords. The queen investigated her dirty, freckled face and pale skin. The girls nose was pink from the cold forest. Her eyes were closed, but she had thick, dark lashes.
“ What is her name?” The queen questioned the guards surrounding the dungeon.
“ She never told them, she barley spoke. She only said that she couldn't die,” an armored man explained to the queen, “ and that the arrows they fired went straight through her.”
The queen shook her head, not sure what to believe.
“ We’ll wait for her to wake up,” the king decided. The guards nodded stiffly and several of them left the room. The royal couple sat there for couple hours, before there was movement from the strange girl. Her hands shifted, and she tried to move her legs, but the cords held dow. She tossed and turned on the table, but couldn't get up. She looked about her at the cords, the dungeon, and the king and queen. The queen approached her, and held the girls hands in her own. The girl slowly turned to look at the queen. Her eyes were intense and knowing. The queen looked into them, making direct eye contact.
“ What is your name?” She asked her.
The girl didn't respond, instead, she just lay there and stare at the queen. The king was silent- his wife knew children better than he did.
The queen asked again, “ What is your name?”
This went on for some time before the girl responded.
“ I have no name.”
The queen turned to look at her husband, and then faced the girl.
“ Alright then,” the queen nodded, “ Who are your parents?”
“ I…I..” The young girl stammered, “ I have no parents. I can't remember. I cant remember anything.”
The queen only nodded again. Then she called for the guards.
“ Take the girl, give her some food, and proper clothing. Then, test what the journeymen said. Let us see if she really cannot die.” The queen order them. They bowed and took the girl in their arms and carried her out of the dungeons.
She sat, in the metal chair, her legs kicking back and forth as she watched the strange men talk to the king and queen.
“ We have deduced,” a white haired man was telling them, “ that she is immortal, and, invincible. Every arrow fired, she survived, through fire she survived. We tested her blood, and she is older than we thought. She could be more than six hundred years old.”
“ But she doesn't remember anything?” The king asked.
“ No, she does not. The Poppyblade arrow removed all memories of her past. She knows not her name, nor who she is.”
They all turned to look at the pale girl. She refused to look back at them, and instead stared at the floor.
“ Train her in battle, and fighting,” the king requested, “ Teach her how to fire arrows, and how to use a blade. Make her the strongest fighter in all of Charelston.”
The white haired man nodded.
“ Why? Why should she be trained? She does not need weapons to protect herself-she does not need to be protected, if she is invincible.” The queen questioned the two men.
“ No, my dear,” the king took her hands in his, “ You need to be protected. She will protect you.”
The queen tipped her head to one side, confused.
“ She will become your personal body-guard- your secret assassin. She will be able to protect you until you die. She will be able to hunt down the ones who plot against you.”
The queen nodded, and her gaze was now once again, on the girl.
The old man, who had run the tests on the her, spoke up.
“ We call her P.I.P.E.R” he told them.
“ What does that stand for?”
“ It stands for….its not your business to know.”
The king ignored the scientists answer, and stared at P.I.P.E.R.
He then looked at his queen, happy, that there was a chance she could live in safety. “ Piper, will protect you.”
Piper raced through the forest, bow in hand. She pulled back the string, and fired an arrow, and then two more after that. They hit a target, right in the center. The king, and the scientist watched with wonder, as she hit the target perfectly every time. She had now been training for over seven months- shooting with a bow, learning the skills of a spear, and becoming the strongest and fiercest archer of Charelston. She could fire more than six arrows per second, and was the best hunter known.
“ She’s processed well,” the king smiled, satisfied.
Piper leapt from a tree and landed before the two men. She sighed and placed her calloused hands on her hips. The king could see her strong muscles underneath her coat.
Piper, over seven months had been trained in battle, and stealth. She slept in a small, crowded chamber, with a rickety metal bed, and a buck skin rug. She slept only for a few hours, as the rest of her night was spent in training. She ate only simple foods, that would keep up her strength. Her days were spent learning to use weapons and protect the queen. Her only focus was to become the best hunter, archer and fighter.
And now, she was ready.
She was presented to the queen, who was pleased and amazed at her strength and abilities. They gave her dark armor, so could blend with the shadows. And then, the queen would send her on missions. If there was news of a rebellious subject, who was plotting to kill her, Piper would be sent to get rid of him. If someone broke into the castle to harm the king or queen, Piper would dash in, and protect them. She did her job well, and was respected by the whole kingdom.
But then, years passed, and the king became ill, and died, leaving the queen even more vulnerable then before. Piper, loyal to her queen, did not sleep, instead, she stood by the queens side, day and night, never moving or resting. She cared not for herself, but for the queen.
But then the queen grew old, and died, leaving Piper in despair. She felt like she was no longer needed in the world. The scientists noticed her depression, and decided it be best to put her back to sleep. They gave her a Poppyblade flower, and her memories of the queen, the tests, her training, and past life, were forgotten. She slept for two years, inside the metal coffin they had placed her in.
When a new queen had crowned, they brought her out, and awoke her. They trained her again, and she became better and more skilled then before. They told her who she was, that she couldn't die, and that she was to protect the queen with her life.
And that was how it was for hundreds of years in the kingdom of Charelston.
Piper would protect and kill for the queen, and then, when the queen grew old and died, they put her back to sleep in the metal coffin. Again, when a new queen was crowned, they would awake Piper, and she protect the new queen again. She would sleep and eat in the small chamber, and train every time she was awoken, each time, becoming a more skilled archer.
She didn't remember any of the queens- all she knew was to protect the ones alive, with her life. Charleston was the strongest kingdom of all, thanks to the strange girl they had found in pine forest.
This was the prologue, hope you enjoyed it!
( this part also has to be edited, so please bear with me on any misspelling)
so some of you who have known me since I joined this forum, know that a while ago I started a book series, called ' Wolves of the Night'.
Since then I've written four books and three special additions! Not my best work, but it was my first ever series. :lol:
I recently got a book idea I'm really excited about and have started last week! It's going to be a trilogy, which is titled,
' The Queen's Assassin'.
The first book in in progress, and going very very well! Im quite proud of how it is coming along! I have to say I think I have gotten more experienced in my writing :lol:
Well I thought, since there's an abundance of readers on this forum, that I'd share a bit of it with y'all! let me know what you think!
The first book is called, ' Piper'.
Thanks all!
__________ Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:24 am __________
Its’s freezing, and I’m dying.
She staggered on, snow falling onto her freckled, frozen skin. Her shoulders stung with immense pain, but she had to go on. Her forest green eyes unblinking behind her shadowy mask, she nearly tripped through the thick ground of snow. One of her braids came loose, releasing waves of auburn gold hair. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the numbing sensation in her feet. Even her bones felt frozen and fragile, as if a single wrong movement would snap her in two.
The winter wind howled, bringing in another gust of cold snow. She shivered, and fell to the ground, the frost covering her legs and feet. She began to breath heavily, her chest rising and falling in panic. She was slowly dying, but she knew she couldn't stop. She tried to lift herself off the freezing ground, but failed, falling back down with huff. She furrowed her thick brow and used the last of her strength to stand up once again. She walked on, unstable, through the forest, the leaves of the pine trees brushing the shoulders of her thin coat. Her second braid undid it’s self, and her hair was now flowing through the chilling wind. She rubbed her small, calloused hands together, trying to warm them, and breathed onto frozen, pink skin. But even the breath from her lungs was cold. She stumbled again, and her body collapsed with exhaustion. She couldn't feel her legs or arms, as she lay in the freezing snow. She could feel that sleep was on it’s way, and she welcomed it openly.
An excerpt from Piper’s journal, edited and approved by Lief.
This was the beginning of the book, and I hope you enjoyed reading it!
( This part of the book has yet to be edited, so please bear with me on any misspelling.) <br /><br /> __________ Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:26 am __________ <br /><br /> Prolouge
Four-hundred years before……..
The four journeymen made their way through the thick forest of pine trees.
The king had sent them to gather boar skins for the kingdoms crafters. They were to be used to make new sword sheaths for the warriors of Charelston.
They trudged on, cracking twigs and pinecones as they went. They weren't the kingdoms most quiet journeymen, but they did their job well, and provided the king with what he wished. The journeymen were alarmed by a sudden movement in the trees.
“ Must be one of em’ bears,” a stocky, tan man guessed, and he notched an arrow on his oak wood bow. The man raised and aimed at the trees. He let go, and the arrow zipped through the crisp air. But there wasn't the expected sound of a disturbed bear, or an injured bird. Instead, there was utter silence. The four men looked at each other, and walked on, taking only six more steps before they froze again. Something had dropped from trees behind them. The turned, to see what it was, but saw nothing except a blur of brisk movement beside them. Though in fear, they turned around again, and saw a a small girl, head down, only several feet in front of them. Her long, wavy locks of auburn gold hair were covering her face. Her clothes were torn and shredded, brown fabric hanging loosely about her. Her pale skin was smudged with black dirt and blood. One of the journeymen dared to speak up.
“ Hello, little one,” his voice shook, “ What be your name?”
The young girl did not respond. The man questioned again, but she still did not answer. He looked at one of his companions and shrugged. The stockier man took one step forward, “ Where are yer parents?”
The girl’s head slowly lifted, revealing stunning forest green eyes. Her face as was her body, was caked in mud and blood. Her hands clenched into fists, and before they could even think out what was happening, she leapt at them, her hands waving wildly in the air. The men shrieked with fear, as the small girl hurled herself at them, screeching with rage. She knocked one of the journeymen to the forest floor, dirt flying into his face. They did not fight back though- they would dare not injure a youngling. Instead, they avoided her, trying to make their way back through the forest to the kingdom. They needed to find this mad girls parents, and maybe find her some new clothes.
“ Tie er’ down!” One of the men yelled, as he pulled thick cords of rope from his pack. The others did the same, and then circled her, ready to throw their ropes about her the moment she tried to run.
“ We're not gonna hurt ya’” the stocky man comforted, as if he was trying to tame a wild dog.
Her eyes leapt from man to man, and her legs tensed, about to dash. The men then cast out their ropes, and she fell to the ground beneath them. They grabbed her and wrapped the thick cords around her. She was now tangled up in the ropes, kicking and screaming wildly on the floor.
“ Let me go! LET ME GO!” She yelled, giving them all dirty looks. But they did not let her go. They decided to send one of the men back to village for help. As soon as they turned their backs, the girl wriggled free from the ropes and climbed swiftly up the tree. The journeymen whipped around, to see their captive missing. They heard a commotion in the trees above and spotted gold hair among the dark green leaves. “ Don’t try to kill me,” she warned, her voice sounding older than she looked, “ You cannot. I cannot die.”
The men, disbelieving her, as she was young girl, aimed their arrows at her.
“ Not a good idea, I will not die. Only you will.”
But they ignored her warning, and shot their arrows. The girl was dangerous, and had nearly killed them, and still might if they weren't careful. But the arrows did not hit her, instead, the zipped right through her. Their faces fell, and they tried again, but they still did not hurt her.
“ I told you, I cannot die.”
A dark skinned man looked at the stocky man, and nodded, as he pulled out another arrow. But this time, it was a shade of lavender at the tip, and steamed in the cold air. He notched it on his bow and prepared to launch it. It flew through the air, and hit the girl in the forehead. It exploded in a puff of white glowing dust, and her eyes blinked in astonishment. She began to lean to one side, balancing unstably on the branches of the pine tree. Then she fell, and landed hard on the moist soil of the forest ground. The men rushed towards her, and tied her in the ropes once again, this time, more secure. The dark man lifted her limp body into his strong arms, and they carried back through he forest. They were unaware that they had completely forgotten about boar skins they were sent for.
The king paced the cool tiles of the castle in Charelston, his oiled leather boots thumping the floor. He eventually gave up on his pacing and sat down beside his beautiful queen on the plush, velvet couch. She was in danger. He was in danger. The rebel kingdom wanted them dead, both of them.
The queen placed her small, soft hands on his, and searched his eyes. He looked down at her, his concern showing in his deep, blue eyes. They had lost their sparkle and charm, and were now sad and depressed. The queen rested her head on the king’s shoulder, her long brunette curls strewn about the sofa behind her. The door suddenly opened, and a guard rushed in before the royal couple. Behind him, a journeyman, panting hard, staggered in.
“ A girl, in the woods. She attacked us.” He explained, wheezing for air.
The queen sat up straight, focused on the two men standing before her.
“ Calm down, tell us more.”
“ There isn't more to be said. She nearly killed us,” the man shook with fear,
“ But we took her here. The guards have her now. We shot her with a Poppyblade arrow”
The queen nodded. Even she had been trained as a young girl to shoot a bow, for her protection. Only the journeymen, guards, archers and royals owned the rare Poppyblade arrows. They were made from Poppyblade flowers, grown underneath the castle-the only spot they could survive in.
They needed to have cool, moist air, and thick dark soil. Poppyblade flower roots were known to have the abilities to make people forget their past. You could brainwash someone with only the stem. They were made into arrows, so that when shot, they could put a person in a temporary sleep, and make them forget everything.
“ Bring us to her.” The king demanded. The guard nodded, and they followed him and the journey men through the castle and into the dungeons below. There, on a wooden table, lay a small girl, who looked about fourteen years of age. Her messy, matted hair had been tied up, and she was bound to the table with thick, black cords. The queen investigated her dirty, freckled face and pale skin. The girls nose was pink from the cold forest. Her eyes were closed, but she had thick, dark lashes.
“ What is her name?” The queen questioned the guards surrounding the dungeon.
“ She never told them, she barley spoke. She only said that she couldn't die,” an armored man explained to the queen, “ and that the arrows they fired went straight through her.”
The queen shook her head, not sure what to believe.
“ We’ll wait for her to wake up,” the king decided. The guards nodded stiffly and several of them left the room. The royal couple sat there for couple hours, before there was movement from the strange girl. Her hands shifted, and she tried to move her legs, but the cords held dow. She tossed and turned on the table, but couldn't get up. She looked about her at the cords, the dungeon, and the king and queen. The queen approached her, and held the girls hands in her own. The girl slowly turned to look at the queen. Her eyes were intense and knowing. The queen looked into them, making direct eye contact.
“ What is your name?” She asked her.
The girl didn't respond, instead, she just lay there and stare at the queen. The king was silent- his wife knew children better than he did.
The queen asked again, “ What is your name?”
This went on for some time before the girl responded.
“ I have no name.”
The queen turned to look at her husband, and then faced the girl.
“ Alright then,” the queen nodded, “ Who are your parents?”
“ I…I..” The young girl stammered, “ I have no parents. I can't remember. I cant remember anything.”
The queen only nodded again. Then she called for the guards.
“ Take the girl, give her some food, and proper clothing. Then, test what the journeymen said. Let us see if she really cannot die.” The queen order them. They bowed and took the girl in their arms and carried her out of the dungeons.
She sat, in the metal chair, her legs kicking back and forth as she watched the strange men talk to the king and queen.
“ We have deduced,” a white haired man was telling them, “ that she is immortal, and, invincible. Every arrow fired, she survived, through fire she survived. We tested her blood, and she is older than we thought. She could be more than six hundred years old.”
“ But she doesn't remember anything?” The king asked.
“ No, she does not. The Poppyblade arrow removed all memories of her past. She knows not her name, nor who she is.”
They all turned to look at the pale girl. She refused to look back at them, and instead stared at the floor.
“ Train her in battle, and fighting,” the king requested, “ Teach her how to fire arrows, and how to use a blade. Make her the strongest fighter in all of Charelston.”
The white haired man nodded.
“ Why? Why should she be trained? She does not need weapons to protect herself-she does not need to be protected, if she is invincible.” The queen questioned the two men.
“ No, my dear,” the king took her hands in his, “ You need to be protected. She will protect you.”
The queen tipped her head to one side, confused.
“ She will become your personal body-guard- your secret assassin. She will be able to protect you until you die. She will be able to hunt down the ones who plot against you.”
The queen nodded, and her gaze was now once again, on the girl.
The old man, who had run the tests on the her, spoke up.
“ We call her P.I.P.E.R” he told them.
“ What does that stand for?”
“ It stands for….its not your business to know.”
The king ignored the scientists answer, and stared at P.I.P.E.R.
He then looked at his queen, happy, that there was a chance she could live in safety. “ Piper, will protect you.”
Piper raced through the forest, bow in hand. She pulled back the string, and fired an arrow, and then two more after that. They hit a target, right in the center. The king, and the scientist watched with wonder, as she hit the target perfectly every time. She had now been training for over seven months- shooting with a bow, learning the skills of a spear, and becoming the strongest and fiercest archer of Charelston. She could fire more than six arrows per second, and was the best hunter known.
“ She’s processed well,” the king smiled, satisfied.
Piper leapt from a tree and landed before the two men. She sighed and placed her calloused hands on her hips. The king could see her strong muscles underneath her coat.
Piper, over seven months had been trained in battle, and stealth. She slept in a small, crowded chamber, with a rickety metal bed, and a buck skin rug. She slept only for a few hours, as the rest of her night was spent in training. She ate only simple foods, that would keep up her strength. Her days were spent learning to use weapons and protect the queen. Her only focus was to become the best hunter, archer and fighter.
And now, she was ready.
She was presented to the queen, who was pleased and amazed at her strength and abilities. They gave her dark armor, so could blend with the shadows. And then, the queen would send her on missions. If there was news of a rebellious subject, who was plotting to kill her, Piper would be sent to get rid of him. If someone broke into the castle to harm the king or queen, Piper would dash in, and protect them. She did her job well, and was respected by the whole kingdom.
But then, years passed, and the king became ill, and died, leaving the queen even more vulnerable then before. Piper, loyal to her queen, did not sleep, instead, she stood by the queens side, day and night, never moving or resting. She cared not for herself, but for the queen.
But then the queen grew old, and died, leaving Piper in despair. She felt like she was no longer needed in the world. The scientists noticed her depression, and decided it be best to put her back to sleep. They gave her a Poppyblade flower, and her memories of the queen, the tests, her training, and past life, were forgotten. She slept for two years, inside the metal coffin they had placed her in.
When a new queen had crowned, they brought her out, and awoke her. They trained her again, and she became better and more skilled then before. They told her who she was, that she couldn't die, and that she was to protect the queen with her life.
And that was how it was for hundreds of years in the kingdom of Charelston.
Piper would protect and kill for the queen, and then, when the queen grew old and died, they put her back to sleep in the metal coffin. Again, when a new queen was crowned, they would awake Piper, and she protect the new queen again. She would sleep and eat in the small chamber, and train every time she was awoken, each time, becoming a more skilled archer.
She didn't remember any of the queens- all she knew was to protect the ones alive, with her life. Charleston was the strongest kingdom of all, thanks to the strange girl they had found in pine forest.
This was the prologue, hope you enjoyed it!
( this part also has to be edited, so please bear with me on any misspelling)
You bring a lot of energy and imagination to your writing and the historical fantasy genre is very popular at present. Keep on writing and don't be afraid to edit pretty heavily when you move from first draft to second draft. Pro writers will tell you that first draft is for getting it written but that everything after that is to make it as good as you possibly can.
