Hahaha... ok this is kind of super dramatic and kinda really weird.....

Ok. this is probably either going to be totally rewritten or erased, but I want to have the second chapter finished before I post any more. (don't worry. this is NOT a whole chapter!)


Abeel looked into the foggy night. Amid the clouds where the war cries of the many a knight sent into battle. Flashes of a fiery dragons breath cracked the sky. Had it been a clear night, Abeel would have seen blood of man shed and the eyes of Dragon Miarture snarl. But the grim murderer never came out on clear nights. Clear nights where when the pixies sang and the fairies danced. Abeel hated the clear nights, when she could hear the enchantment of the pixies melody and laughter from gnomes who had drank a drop too much. The dragons seemed to hate it too. That was what they seemed to have in common, Abeel and the killer. They both disliked it when the beautiful creatures came out and had balls and parties. They more than disliked it. It drove them to the very depths of insanity. But what Abeel hated most was when Daron was out in the sky. She could not touch him, nor see him, but yet she had to worry about his being burnt or devoured. She could not stand it. She longed to love the fairies, to dream in the pixies warble, to laugh with the gnomes just because she had the ability. But it was impossible. She could not do it. All she could do was imagine it all go away. She could dream about being free, to not have to worry about Miarture, But on the mantle was the claw that killed her father, had have been left in his chest when he fell they had kept it. every morning she saw it and her hearts worries where refreshed.

Seriously. PLEASE tell me if there needs to be any changes! If you think it needs work, or if it need to be rewritten or anything like that. It is just a hobby, I don't care if it gets criticized. I welcome criticism!