My story part 2

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Natalie

Natalie Rodda walked to the room where the Freedom Fighters held their councils.
The guard standing outside placed a hand on her forehead; this was how he could read her mind. “Well, you may pass.”
She pushed open the double doors and walked in.
“Oh finally, Miss Rodda, we’ve been waiting for you.” Ovander Creek said. He was tall and slim, his silver hair was tied back and his features were sharp and defined. Like many elves he thought himself far above the human army and reckoned that they should just be weapons in the final face of.
“Yeah well this is the middle of a war, not everything can be punctual.”
“NO, we have to be on...”
A new voice spoke up, it was Nathaniel’s, he had brown hair, bright blue eyes and he was the sort of person who would stand up for anyone. “Leave her alone Ovander, she’s only a few minutes late and anyway, if I remember correctly, this is the only meeting this month you’ve turned up on time.”
A few cheers echoed from the human’s side of the room, quiet ones though, Ovander was a dangerous enemy to have.
Ovander turned to look around the room, “Now, Nathaniel, no need for us to argue over her, let’s get on with it...”
The door burst open and through them came a young elf. He staggered under the weight of something which he placed on the floor. All eyes became fixed on it and the hall was engulfed in silence, so when he began to speak, the terrible words he uttered filled the hall. “C...commander Sweet-apple’s dead; t...that’s her body...”

My story part 1

I have decided to do a story and post it on my blog. Here is the first chapter, hope you enjoy it!


Machine Warrior Magnus stomped onto the roof of his control tower. In front of him the slim figure of Commander Sweet-apple of the Freedom Fighters stood; ready for battle.
“Ah, so this is your last stand, a face off with a hulking great machine like me, on top of one of the biggest towers ever made,” Magnus mused, “how dramatic.”
“I’d hold your tongue till afterwards, maybe you won’t be so cocky then. On second thoughts maybe you won’t have a tongue left.” The commander said.
“I hear a lot of “maybes” in that sentence,” he snarled.
“Yeah well it’s not really that likely is it?”
Magnus sighed, the human was better than most of her comrades, not afraid of death and an excellent fighter. Shame she wasn’t smart enough to see the resistance would never win. He would have liked her but now she had crossed him and, like many before her, she had to die.
Without warning he slashed his huge fist towards her. She jumped back, out of the way. He tried again with the other hand, again she jumped but this time his spiked gauntlet clipped her chest. She drew her sword but blood was already starting to stain her shirt. She ran at him and with the last of her effort wacked the sword at his head. He gave her a little brush with his finger and she fell away like a leaf. He cupped his hand round her neck and picked her up. “Choose your last words carefully.”
The whisper that came out of her mouth was barely audible. “Go...to...hell,” her head drooped. Magnus threw the limp body onto the battle below.
He laughed manically, stupid humans.

More coming soon!