I must be crazy. I'll dedicate a lot more time to it tomorrow morning. I need to do 1,667 words a day. It's looking like I'll have about 3,000 words to do tomorrow. Man, wish me luck!
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Metal struck metal with a resounding clash as Hans brought up his sword to ward off the attack. Caroline’s breath caught behind him but she did not waver, confident in his ability to protect her. Hans gritted his teeth and angled the sword, whipping the mace out of the goblin’s hands and into a wall. The goblin tensed and backed away. Hans’ eyes narrowed, and he used the hilt of the sword to strike the monster’s temple. He crumpled to the dirt floor, motionless but for his breathing. Hans lowered the sword but did not relax. He felt Caroline’s soft, slim hand on his forearm.
“You’re hurt.” She said quietly. Hans allowed her to draw his arm away from his side and touch the wound. His eyes closed slightly, as he felt the energy be drawn from her into the lesion. The skin knit itself together briefly replaced with a scar, then the scar smoothed itself out of existence and the only remaining evidence that Hans had been harmed was a torn shirt and drying blood. Caroline sighed and leaned against him. Hans adjusted himself so that he could wrap an arm around her.
“Thank you.” He murmured. She smiled up at him briefly before scowling around at the cave. The wooden door was usually fitted in the entrance hung loosely from one of its hinges where Hans had knocked it down. The bare bulb that hung from the ceiling was the only evidence of the modern world in the room.
“Unbelievable.” She muttered, annoyed. Hans resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She hated it when people kidnapped her and didn’t bother to confine her in reasonable accommodations. “Where does Myriah find these people?” Even though the Grey-Goblin Guild had taken her this time, there was no doubt who was behind all of it.
“Any idea what this group wants with you?” He asked, keeping his voice low. She sighed and shook her head. Hans pulled away from her and crept to the door where he peered out. “Well, clearly they weren’t prepared. I didn’t face nearly enough resistance when I came for my rescue.” Hans frowned. “Must mean that Myriah didn’t warn them what to expect.” What was she up to?
Caroline came and stood behind him. “Just proves that she’s as treacherous to her allies as she is to the innocents.” She scoffed. Hans frowned, his face still turned away from her’s. Despite Myriah’s actions, the statement didn’t ring true. Myriah might be malicious, but she was never cruel.
“Come on,” Hans moved confidently into the hall. Caroline following closely behind him.
Track my progress!
Sneak peek of Chapter 1!
Metal struck metal with a resounding clash as Hans brought up his sword to ward off the attack. Caroline’s breath caught behind him but she did not waver, confident in his ability to protect her. Hans gritted his teeth and angled the sword, whipping the mace out of the goblin’s hands and into a wall. The goblin tensed and backed away. Hans’ eyes narrowed, and he used the hilt of the sword to strike the monster’s temple. He crumpled to the dirt floor, motionless but for his breathing. Hans lowered the sword but did not relax. He felt Caroline’s soft, slim hand on his forearm.
“You’re hurt.” She said quietly. Hans allowed her to draw his arm away from his side and touch the wound. His eyes closed slightly, as he felt the energy be drawn from her into the lesion. The skin knit itself together briefly replaced with a scar, then the scar smoothed itself out of existence and the only remaining evidence that Hans had been harmed was a torn shirt and drying blood. Caroline sighed and leaned against him. Hans adjusted himself so that he could wrap an arm around her.
“Thank you.” He murmured. She smiled up at him briefly before scowling around at the cave. The wooden door was usually fitted in the entrance hung loosely from one of its hinges where Hans had knocked it down. The bare bulb that hung from the ceiling was the only evidence of the modern world in the room.
“Unbelievable.” She muttered, annoyed. Hans resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She hated it when people kidnapped her and didn’t bother to confine her in reasonable accommodations. “Where does Myriah find these people?” Even though the Grey-Goblin Guild had taken her this time, there was no doubt who was behind all of it.
“Any idea what this group wants with you?” He asked, keeping his voice low. She sighed and shook her head. Hans pulled away from her and crept to the door where he peered out. “Well, clearly they weren’t prepared. I didn’t face nearly enough resistance when I came for my rescue.” Hans frowned. “Must mean that Myriah didn’t warn them what to expect.” What was she up to?
Caroline came and stood behind him. “Just proves that she’s as treacherous to her allies as she is to the innocents.” She scoffed. Hans frowned, his face still turned away from her’s. Despite Myriah’s actions, the statement didn’t ring true. Myriah might be malicious, but she was never cruel.
“Come on,” Hans moved confidently into the hall. Caroline following closely behind him.
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