The Leopard Project

This is the prologue. It’s not much now, but I was already writing the story before I came up with it. Just ride it out. The main story will come soon, but what do you think? This is semi-based on the Australian landscape, but there will be other elements to it, as well. Some of the characters are based on real people. This is my original thought, but if there are similarities to other people’s ideas, I apologise for it. I hardly visit this site.

Prologue

She stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the Katangerup plains, with the town on the horizon. She gripped the hilt of the sword by her side, only just coming to terms with the events that had changed her life. She wanted a normal life, she wanted to be a journalist, and maybe have a family. But that was not to be. Her friends had unwittingly uncovered a deadly plot, and then she was caught in the middle. She wanted only to save her friends, not knowing that the whole nation’s and the world’s security was dependent on her. And all because of a man’s jealousy and greed. For some young people just like her, such a quest was thought to be thrilling. But what the storyteller neglects to tell listeners and readers is that the heroes suffer just like everyone else. She had to fight not only through hordes of AGBs, but also through pain and tears. Her friends faced the same battles as her, but they could not see through her pain-filled hazel eyes. She had a lot of trouble trusting people, even friends. She didn’t know who was what anymore, because her warm attachment to a person she met at almost sixteen turned out to become a cold detachment because that person was no friend at all. The girl began to become tearful once again as she saw the flames further consume the town on the horizon. She should have been there helping to quench those flames. But she couldn’t. She had been tossed onto this rock and left to die. And where were her friends, the people she thought she trusted? They were only fourteen, she had to make allowances. But where were they? She started to mutter under her breath, and sobbed a bit more. She was about to let out an exasperated cry when she heard something on the rocks above her. She turned and went to investigate. She wiped her tears and went she got to the top, she saw her foe standing with a drawn sword in his hand. He turned around and faced her.

“Jack,” she said.

“Emma,” he replied. “You saw the flames, didn’t you? Katangerup is finished… and so are you…”

From afar, the sound of swords and war cries were heard. And then the man called Jack carried the limp body of the young girl down the rocky path. She was already weak to begin with, but she had no more strength. And when Jack saw a ledge, he walked over to it, and tossed the body over it. And in the sky overhead, a satellite was powering up for one final blow to the world as everyone knew it…