I know this is bad but, I don’t have a plot yet. Heck, I don’t even have a name for the main character (It’s a she). Here’s what I have so far:

A girl runs away from her love, Christopher, because she’s afraid someone in her village will find out she’s using a forbidden magic punishable by death. So, to save his life, she flees. I need help with this story.

I need a small plot. Not large because I’ll change it a bit. Something vague. And I need a name for the main character. Something…different. Like Madison, Alexis, Trista, Alexandria…etc. (Those are all names I’ver used in the past).

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I glanced over my shoulder as I typed; watching Christopher’s toned chest rise, and then fall with his breathing. Another fresher, stronger wave of guilt washed over me and I continued to press the buttons on the keyboard, pouring out my heart wrapped in a thick blanket of lies into a blank Microsoft Word document. The blank white square was intimidating at first, but that was something I had to get over.

Agonized tears chased each other down my cheeks in complete silence. My stomach twisted and my throat closed – I wasn’t sure if I could do this anymore. I finished off the letter and left it up on the screen, making sure that I clearly stated my feigned hate for him. My hand hovered above the monitor’s power button as I looked around the small room we had shared for years.

It was nothing short of perfect for us; everything from the hardwood floors, to the plain white walls. Memories flashed through my mind as I looked at each piece of furniture. The couch reminded me of all the long summer nights in one another’s arms, waiting for the night to end. The dark mahogany desk nearly took up an entire wall. He made that desk for me so that I could do research on my many topics.

I whipped away another stream of tears and pressed the button, sending the screen – and the room – into blackness. I could feel the sense of familiarity wash over me as the darkness within me took over. I didn’t need light to see in the darkness anymore.

I quietly glided to the door, easily dodging all the loose floorboards. I felt a pang in my heart, bent down to one of the boards, and tried to lift it up silently. It gave out a little creak, but Christopher just sighed and continued to sleep. I unhooked the small silver chain around my neck and placed it in the space underneath the board.

I felt a new strength to leave when I used my black magic to ensure the silence of the floorboard as I replaced it. I looked at my angel one last time before I leapt out the window. I hit the ground with a soft thud, and then took off into the woods.

The sound of the crunching brush beneath my black leather boots was getting to me after a while. I could hear the angry villagers running through the trees, searching for me. Once I was far enough away from any of the searching villagers, I slowed to a stop and bent down, lightly wrapping my hands around my ankles.

“Dark boots,” I called. Once that was activated, running was so much easier. It was like I was flying through the trees. The dark shapes of the large oaks and bushes rushing on both sides of me calmed my nerves of being caught. I couldn’t now. I was too far away.

The only person who would know how far away I was was going to wake up in mere hours and believe I despised him with every fiber of my being. I had drilled a ditch in between us that was far too deep to fix.

I hated to do this to him, to leave with only a note full of lies. The only honest thing I had written in there was in a code that he could never decipher. All hopes of seeing him again were burned. Long gone. Ashes scattered in the eternal wind of fate.

I had only noticed that I was in town when I saw lights. I skidded to a stop, giving myself attention. However, the people in the town I had traveled to do not mind the use of forbidden magic – the whole reason I had to leave.

In Everton, black magic, also called Eklundic, was forbidden. If you were caught, you would be killed. If I was killed, then I knew Christopher would kill himself trying to kill the elders – he told me so himself.

I sighed as I entered a small diner near the edge of the town. I only had a few gold pieces on me. Ever since the major war eight years ago, quartz hasn’t been worth much. I sat down just as a waiter walked over to the small wooden table I had chosen.

He had short brown hair and bright, bright blue eyes that made his goofy grin stand out that much more. I rolled my eyes as he sat the menu down in front of me. I caught him licking his lips while checking me out in my peripheral vision. That made me roll my eyes again and I ran my hand threw my long brown hair, messing it up slightly.

“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked, still eyeing me. It was simply annoying at first, but now I shifted in my chair uncomfortably. My eyes scanned over the beverages section. There it was.

“Water,” I said flatly.

He chuckled as he wrote it down on a piece of plain parchment. “Ah, you must be an Eklundress. I have a few questions, is water really the only thing you can drink – why? I’ve met a few Eklundic users before but—” He rested a hand on the table, the other on his waist. He looked at me with pure curiosity – eye narrowed, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. She had experienced it all before.

“Obnoxious,” I muttered. I shook my head, irritated to my core. I had gotten this many times before. This was almost exactly how her parents found out. She could only drink water. Anything else and she’d die of poisoning.

“I simply like the taste. Is that so wrong? Or could your simple mind not figure that out fast enough before you completely make yourself look like a moron before a lady?” I said a little louder, leaning back in my seat and folding my arms across my chest.. He straightened up and his jaw dropped slightly.

“I, uh, sorry. Water it is then,” he stuttered, switching into waiter mode. I smirked. “I’ll, uh, give you a few seconds to look over the menu.” I stared at his back, completely satisfied, as he pushed back the curtain and walked into the kitchen with her order.

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So there’s chapter 1! Hope you liked it. PLEASE review! Tell me what you think so far. What things go through your mind as you read this (seriously, I don’t care if they’re mean. I really wanna know!)

Constructive criticism welcomed. Flames are saved in case they have a terrible cast for the ‘Twilight’ movie.