"Oof!" I hit the ground and rolled for a few feet before finally coming to a stop on my back. I tilted my head curiously up at the blank sky. Where was I? If I remember correctly, I had just been at the not-so-friendly end of my enemy's weapon when...
I sat up to try and held a hand to my head, trying to clear it. It was then that I noticed my fingers were clenched around something. I slowly opened them to find a crumpled paper.
Name: Maxwell (surname was to be determined later)
Powers: An unquenchable sense of optimism.
Description: Bright, green eyes. Wavy, dirty-blonde hair; jaw-length. Average height, lanky.
Story: The Heart of a Hero
Reason for coming to writer's block: lack of storyline
Wow. Someone must've really done their research. I folded the paper back up and stuck it in the pocket of my green, gold-trimmed robe--the one I had received when becoming the king's youngest advisor. At nineteen, I honestly didn't think I knew that much--especially when everyone else was in their thirties.
But not amount of prodigy was going to help me here. I got to my booted feet and looked around.
Nothing. No one. No problem. I'd been in worse.
I finally figured that if I walked in one direction for long enough I was bound to find something. It was only a matter of logic. But whether that something was good or bad was just a bridge I'd have to cross when I got to it.
I had only walked a few meters when I caught something out of the side of my eye. I turned my head to saw what I thought was a massive pair of wings, as well as the tiny figure running underneath.
Change of plans. Breaking into a full sprint, I began to race towards the two strangers, hoping that I hadn't escaped one enemy only to throw myself into the grasp of another.