Hi there! Yeah, I know, “She’s created a new story, and hasn’t finished the other ones,” but this one is really good, although no one has read this one but my younger brother and myself.

This is book one of a 6 book series and this book is once again finished, but will be edited as I post chapter by chapter.

LONGER SUMMERY: Nirna Niwary, she is part of the biggest and most famous mercenary group in the land….until a job goes horribly awry, and they all die except her. Nirna quickly finds she can’t support herself in the world without her fellows, and would have died, had it not been for 3 young men. They take her in, give her food and a home and money, and Nirna’s happy….but then she realizes that her past won’t let her be happy just yet. Her own secrets combined with theirs, Nirna and the 3 young boys come to realize that they life is about to change…for the worst.

Adventure, lot’s of great humor, (reminds me of the Dragon Knight series I read,) as well as a dash of romance only in the beginning, and returns a little toward the end.

This is a prolog that will come back in later in the book.

Prolog:

I stand in the pouring rain, feeling as if the earth is crying. I want to cry with it. Before me are three graves, the soil still fresh from being moved earlier that day. The names on the gravestones seem to blur before my clouded eyes, and I find I almost cannot bear to look at them. Through my tears, the tombstones become one, the names coming together, warping.

If only this were a dream, my heart screams, my body cries. My soul is dying. Am I doomed to lose everyone I have come to love in life? Is there some god that hates me? The wind and rain whipping around make me think so. Was I destined just to become another grave in this cemetery that already held the shells of all the people I ever cared about?

Gods and powers that be, please make this a dream, a nightmare that I can wake from. I used to think dreams were better than reality, but please, let this be a lie.

Falling to my knees, I grab the newly turned dirt of the graves, my fingers hurting from digging at the cold earth. Let me be dreaming. Don’t let this be how it ends. Don’t take everyone I love from me, I plead silently. I keep digging, down, down, but my hands don’t seem to get any further. I feel people pulling me away, but I wrestle myself from them. I need proof. I need proof that this isn’t a dream, that…that…that there is more to life than this…this nightmare. Just let this be a dream.

Reviews please! Is your interest peaked?

See you next time!