The Story That Never Gets Boring

Little Ann: This story will be written in past tense, but the prologue is in present tense. I know it’s short, but the other chapters will be longer. And far more interesting.

Summary: Liz isn’t the kind of person you’d expect anything interesting to happen too, as she isn’t very pretty, very smart, or very social. She’s the kind of person you’d expect to wind up working at a dollar store for the rest of her life. Or perhaps become a trained assassin. But then she discovers that she’s half Shapeshifter, which is a breed of cat demon that serves the Sun God, Ra, and half Hellcat, a breed of demon that serves Set, the God of Chaos. Then she discovers that the Gods think she has too much Hellcat in her personality and nature, because she’s an excellent fighter and loves all types of weapons. And that they plan to seal her soul away forever to protect the other races in our world and the demon world. To prove to the Gods that she isn’t evil, she strikes a bargain with them, and is sent to the demon world to be tested. Read on to learn more.

Prologue

We enter a room with mahogany walls, and one window on the east wall, with bamboo blinds. On the walls are photographs of canyons, plains, deserts and horses, evidence that the room’s occupant is an aspiring photographer. On the west wall, just above the bed is a copy of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”. On the shelves we see an assortment of weapons. Maces, nun-chucks, daggers and whips are all over the place.

But in a glass case on a shelf beside the bed are the three most beautiful weapons in the room. A gorgeous dagger with a nine-inch silver blade and a four-inch solid gold handle sits on a satin cushion. It glitters in the small amount of light creeping in through the cracks in the blinds. Beside it is a long black whip, made of some strange leather-like material. It has an inch long spike on the tip. In front of that is a brilliant oak bow with a horsehair string, and three matching arrows. It is decorated with delicate carvings of vines and stars. These weapons are as ancient as the Great Pyramids of Giza, and almost as spectacular.

And now we turn to the room’s occupant, a sixteen-year-old female, with hair as dark as blood and eyes as green as pine needles. She’s laying on her back in bed, hands behind her head and glaring furiously at the beige ceiling. In ten minutes she will need to start getting ready for school, but for now she can gather her thoughts. But after five minutes have gone by, she gets up and takes two stilettos out of a drawer and tucks them into her backpack. She grins cruelly and starts to get ready for school.

Little Ann: Yeah, yeah, it’s short, whatever. The actual chapters will be longer.