Sea Blue

Prologue

This is the first time I have published a story of mine and I am not to sure about it.... I have been trying to write it for a long time but I guess I haven' found a reason to keep going! I think that maybe if I can get some advice form people about whether or not it is good enough I would be very happy, so please tell me what you think I can do to make it more interesting or whatever! If I get any readers who want me to continue writing, I think it will help motivate me, so please read!

(I am a bit nervouse of posting unfinished work :P )

PROLOGUE

Ash

Her turquoise eyes are rimmed with topaz... Her long, dark hair falls in waves over her satin dress. She walks among the other dancers with more grace than a swan, and with more deadliness than a lion... One of her hands is clenched into a fist beside her. She looks about herself with ease, eyeing out her prey. She doesn’t know I’m watching. Oh god... Her beauty is captivating... I clench my own fist to resist giving into her power. Her eyes brush past me, causing my body to feel like melting butter. I shudder, and then look down at my shoes. I can’t lose control. When I look up again, she has disappeared into the crowd. 

“Fuck!” I whisper under my breath, as I fight my way between the dancers. 

The marble floor reflects the golden light from the chandeliers, making everything look like sunset as I plow my way through the crowds. Silk, velvet and satin brush past my fingertips. People scowl at me as I push past them, scolding me. I almost trip over an exceedingly long gown when I catch sight of her. She is leaving, her arm enclosed around another man’s.

“Shit!”

This time I’m a bit too loud, and people look at me, confused. I bow my head and continue on past the people, keeping my eyes on the large, wooden door enlaced with gold paint and lilac stones. Palaces... So overdone! 

When I finally reach the doors, people are leaving. I shove them forward a bit too harshly, causing a lady to trip over slightly, but her escort catches her.

"Im so sorry, madam,” I say, in fluent french I might add, leaping down the steps of the palace towards the courtyard.

“Rascal!” calls out the lady behind me, but I don’t have time to deal with politeness. Normally I would, its never good to tarnish your status, since without it I would never have been invited to this party in the first place.

 Focus, I remind myself, picking up the pace once I get out of sight of the palace. Around me hedges spring up here and there. I can’t tell you how I know where to go, but I do. It’s impossible too describe... This pulsating energy... So alive and strong. I simply follow my feet and they drive me into a large maze, hedges old but perfectly pruned, and unusually tall. They block out the moon as I run, turning this way and that, not bothering to try and remember which way the entrance is. My feet pounding down the old earth beneath me, I come to a halt at a dead end... Or is it? Before me stands the goal I sought.

Her arms are wrapped around the man’s shoulder and he supports her torso. She is kissing his neck and his head is leaning back in pleasure. She doesn’t notice me. She slowly unbuttons the man’s shirt and starts kissing down his chest. This is it. She has to be distracted for me to be able to kill her, otherwise she could overthrow me. The man begins to shudder. I better be fast.

Out of my pocket I retrieve my kito. I click the button in the middle and it transforms into a sword. I love the nineteenth century! Swords are so much more easy than guns! I can’t hit a boat with a gun! 

Slowly, I inch forward, keeping the sword held tight, my fingers wrapped around its soft leather handle with intentional strength. My footsteps are quiet, gentle on the grass beneath my feet. The man starts to moan, and I approach faster. I am right behind them when she spins around, catching me off guard. I am thrown backwards by what seems like nothing, but felt like the power of a thousand winds. I crash into one of the hedge walls, twigs scraping my skin and leaves in my hair. No biggy. I stand up quickly and face my opponent. Shit. Her eyes are gleaming yellow and her dark hair is floating as if suspended in water. She is just as beautiful as before. Slowly she approaches me, her eyes baring into mine. My arms and legs go week, and I drop my sword with a thud. She stands directly in front of me and reaches out her hands to cup my face. I slowly lean in. She smiles. Our lips are inches apart. She is so beautiful...Snap out of it man! I shake my head and jump back. She stands there, her hands still in the air, and her lips pursed in shock. I take this vulnerable opportunity and jump behind her, slicing my sword through the air, and through her neck. Her head crashes to the floor with a sound I wouldn’t like to describe, and her body falls quickly after. The rays of the moon cast a deadly light on the now blood soaked grass, causing it too turn black.

I turn to the man. He is shaking. Now that she is dead, the power that has been holding him is torn. I walk over to him and pull off my jacket, placing it over his shoulders and making sure he cannot see the body. I look behind myself as, in a flurry of yellow smoke, the body disappears, only leaving the blood stained grass forever.

Turning back to face the man I say, “Hey, lay off the drinks man. You could’ve died out here.”

The man nods and I lead him out of the maze and send him towards the palace. My job, is done.