Prologue

 So the following is a rough draft of the prologue to the book I'm writing. Some of you have already read this. I know there are sections that need some work but overall I like the idea behind it. The main reason I am posting this is hopefully to give me the motivation to keep writing this story. I have hit a road block with some of the story's details and haven't worked on it in months. Anyway enough of my rambling read and enjoy.... or not (I can't tell you what to think).

How did I get here? She wondered as she stared across the dancing flames at a smile that shone menacingly from one of the most beautiful faces she’d ever seen. One moment she was living her schedule-driven monotonous life, and the next she found herself sitting in the dirt, her back pressed up against a log across from one of the most contradictory, albeit intriguing persons she had ever met.

Her companion stared at her. Something flashed silver in his hand as he held it out to her.

“Take it,” he said his voice flat.

She stared at his hand disjointedly noting that the thing he held out to her was a silver dagger. It had sapphires, the same flashing blue as his eyes, set into the hilt with intricate designs that literally swirled and danced across its wickedly sharp blade.

“Damn it Madelyn take it!” he roared. 

Why was he yelling at her? It was his fault she was here, wasn’t it?

If he hadn’t run into her, spilling her bosses overly priced designer coffee all over her new blouse, which she couldn’t afford, she would never have yelled at him as he careened past. If he hadn’t turned around at her shout and stared at her in astonishment she wouldn’t have been in the way of the arrow as it shot directly at her. If he hadn’t jumped towards her pushing her flat against the pavement she would be dead. Instead she was sitting across a camp fire from that infuriating man waiting for heaven only knew what would happen next. His fault, all his fault, the childish voice raged inside her head as it pounded its little fists against her skull.

“I told you no one calls me Madelyn but my grandmother and she’s dead”, she said as she reached out her hand and took the blade.