So, I wanted to do an exercise for practicing writing in first person as my main character from my novel, Skies. She's a young elf and kind of loopy in the head.
I haven't really developed this character so, that's what I'm going to be doing for a while. I only have until midnight tonight, December 31st, 2013.
The wind blew softly, and the cold snow fell to the ground. I glanced around, clenching my fists. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for anything at all. I just wanted to sit down in the snow on the hill and stare off into the nature distance.
I'll probably never get to be able to do that.
Maybe things will get better. I stood up and stared off into the distance, the wind blowing my hair in front of my face.
Maybe life could become normal for me once again. Probably not. If I stop this I'll end up permanently in the group.
I eyed the other heroes and sighed. This was pathetic. I'd never go back to my normal life. I could run away, but what would that say about my family if I did?
It'd say that we were cowards.
I thought some more about what I was going to do and smirked. I was going to be awesome if I pulled this off! Saving the entire world of Kalniria from the Nightmares. This couldn't be so bad after all. I turned away from the others and walked away, the smirk still on my face.