Sneak Peak

I haven't had time to really write anything besides argumentative response papers for history or project proposals for english. What I will do, because I feel bad for neglecting my blog, is post a sneak peak of the project I've been working on for years now.

            The snow was nearly all melted from the warm autumn sun making the ground muddy and difficult to run. James didn’t stop though; he kept his quick pace, even when the sticky mud claimed one of his tall boots.

            James burst from the trees, sprinting towards the closed gate. He could barely see the outline of the hidden stone door beside the large wooden gate. He was almost there, just a few more steps and he would be there.

            There was a whistling from the side of him, James twisted to see a ball of fire heading straight towards him. He dropped to his knees and ducked his head. The small hairs of his neck tickled as they danced in the heated air. The ball flew past him lighting the tree behind him on fire.

            James lifted his head to see Daphne at the edge of the trees on the other side of the riding fields. She had her staff raised and pointed at him. A flame the matched the one in her eyes, lit the top of the wooden rod. She was followed by her two companions. Circe had a short sword in each hand. The cut on her cheek was gone but there was still a smear of red on her chin. She stood with her back hunched slightly in preparation for a fight and she bounced on the balls of her feet with renewed energy. Tom still had a look of nervousness in his eyes but his large fists were raised in tight balls.

            James rolled as another ball of fire burst from the staff. It shot through the air at a great speed. It just missed his head and caught the tip of his shoulder. Pain exploded through his shoulder as the fireball hit him. He groaned and fell to the ground.

            Three shadows came into view and James looked up at Daphne. She had sweat  beading her forehead and she leaned heavily on her staff. The blue fire was smaller and flickered rapidly.

            “You have two choices,” she said.

            Circe pointed a sword at him as if to tell him he only had one choice. James searched the muddy ground for anything he could use as a weapon without breaking eye contact. His fingers grasped a sharp rock and concealed it in his hand.

            “Either leave now and never come back,” Daphne said, “or accompany us to the castle.”

            “I think I could use a vacation,” James said with a charming smile.