Progressive U Creative Writing

Huti looked up at the blackness surrounding him, dispersed slightly by the warm glow of the campfire.

Chapter 1

Prologue

“Elesiayah! Elesiayah,” Arabel’s childish voice called insistently as her little hands tugged determinedly at the thin blanket that covered Elesiayah in her narrow bed. “You have to get up now! Mama says it’s time!”

Elesiayah groaned and opened her emerald eyes. Arabel was kneeling on the bed beside her, her brown eyes wide as her expression flickered between excitement and stubborn insistence at Elesiayah’s refusal to cooperate with her. “I’m up, I’m up,” Elesiayah muttered around a yawn. “What’s your hurry, little one?”

Val’Kieran ben Trouja dea Xeannairceoch la Rei’va, the Warrior Prince, was dreaming again. He knew he was dreaming. With that same instinct that had saved his unworthy skin more times than he cared to count over the past four centuries, he knew. And he could not stop it any more than he had been able to stop his enemies from coming at him in swarms over those same endless centuries. He wasn't even sure, in truth, that he wanted it to stop.

She was in his dreams. She was always in his dreams, shining in her fierce beauty. Her long auburn hair blew out before her as she stood her ground, surrounded by his kin, facing him with all the furious anger of the ages burning in her eyes. That righteous fury had her aura shimmering and pulsing in time to the blood that raged in her veins. That anger was as beautiful as it was frightening.

This may come off a bit awkward cuz it wouldn't let me use italics so i had to sub in ~ for italics.