An Adventure out of Darkness

Chapter 1

So this is my first ever written work that's public. Finally had the determination to start this in order to continue my passion for writing. I love the fantasy world and I wish I could live in it. With that said, I really hope you enjoy this and I know it's only the first chapter so bare with it until it gets to the good stuff. I appreciate your feedback and constructive criticism, but please don't bother with anything negative or against me because at that point I really don't care about your opinion. I value your thoughts and I don't want my impression of you ruined by a silly comment. As I said before, this is my first public work. I've written many narratives in the past and enjoyed it so I wanted to take my passion for writing a step further. Now that I have bored you enough, I'll let you get on with the story. Enjoy!

The day was like any other; the only surprising thing was that it was actually nice outside. Sun was shining and birds were chirping a merry tune. Grass gleamed emerald under the bright, blue sky-- and all this superb positivity is annoying.

Granted, it was beautiful day... a beautiful day to kick some ass!

Within all this unnatural serenity, there was the roar of obnoxious fans cheering on a game.

CRACK!

The neon yellow blur screamed through the air, but crashed right into a girl's knee cap. She collapsed to the ground, like a puppet getting its strings cut. Her high pitched screech split across the field and ringed in the witness's ears. Tears streamed down her scrunched face while she carefully cradled her injured knee. The pitcher's coach rushed onto the field, soon followed by the team medic. They crouched beside the pain-stricken girl, quietly whispering in their little huddle.

Meanwhile, the batter rounded first base and had sprinted to second, utilizing the pitcher's pain as a distraction to get a double out of her hit.

Now this may seem inconsiderate, but this is softball. The way I view line drives is if you're going to hit somebody make sure to hit them hard. Hit them hard enough and they're out of the game. Ok that is pretty brutal, but suck it up buttercup this is softball. Also, secretly, it has been one of my goals to take out a pitcher with one of my line drives.

My green painted lips curved into a smirk. I'm so happy! I can finally check that goal off my list now!

If you haven't guessed yet, I am the batter that hit the amazing line drive. I mean, damn, that was a hard hit.

Still with my obnoxious smile etched on my face, I fixed my attention back on the pitcher's mound in time to see the injured girl get carried off the field. A new, slower player took the mound and my highschool team soon started hitting multiple doubles and triples.

Just to summarize the rest of the game in an effort not to bore you, my highschool team won the game 6-5. And holy cow that was an amazing game!

"See you tomorrow, Hannah. Good game today."

"Thanks, you too," I waved at my teammate leaving the dugout.

Guess I'll put the bases and stuff away. It was a home game today so it was my school's responsibility to clean up the field, but all of my teammates abandoned the field as quickly as possible and my coach left to unlock the locker room door for them. At least my coach had the kindness to ask if the few people left would be able to clean up the field. I had automatically said yes, however as soon as he left my teammates ducked out. I sighed as I finished tying my shoelaces, and made my way over to each of the bases. I dug them out of the ground and then chucked them into the shed, locking the door. Walking back into the dugout, I grunted as I lifted my big catchers bag off the dirt and started slowly making my way back to the school. I had stored my school clothes and backpack in the locker room and needed to pick it up before my parents came to take me home.