Why do people think this series is for kids?! Murder, poison, forbidden love, grusome deaths, slitting throats, murder to cover up a secret, attempting to drown cats, wiping out entire clans, and don't forget about mass murder!
Hello! I've had a great idea for a character. I've worked out a family tree, the antagonist, and some of her backstory. Except: I have no ideas for a plot! Here are a few things I'm playing around with, but please feel more than welcome to share any ideas/edits(I also really, really need ideas for the villan's motavation). Thanks! --Cyb3r
Protagonist: Astaira Mercury Antagonis: General Larsen Hurst Setting: Neptune, Silia U925, Mars(Just outer space) Time: Year 3535(I didn't plan it this way) Supporting Characters: - Finn Thatcher - Cressida Parkes - Terence Orion - Kegan Orion - Alton Orion (Yes, one(or two) of these may be a love interest(*wink wink*)) Plot: - Astiara is a bounty hunter on Neptune - Nope, I got nothing
A girl stands in the back of a room, Hiding from the eyes, the pain, the cold stares of the beasts. They stand tall above her, Dark shadows, closing in, trapping her with their judgemental glares. She's scared of them, but she hides it, She knows she can't fight, can't speak out, Or they will quell her until she can barely breathe. She hates these monsters, the way they twist minds, Pushing her down even further. Sometimes, she sees a light, pulsing far away, But the beasts find ways to snuff it out again. On good days she can hold them off, but not for long enough, They find their way back to torment her again. Even if she breaks free, they follow her, Dragging her down, down, down.
Sylvia Hawthorne ran through the halls, cheeks pink, lungs begging for air. She dashed past the chestnut wood doors in the upper hall, legs burning, mind only on her destination. With a crash, she flung open the obsidian door, where she cut short her running. The room was large, and dark. An alchemist’s room. Sylvia brushed her long, black hair behind her ears, then began chanting a spell. She stood with her arms out and palms forward. The blue-purple fire portal grew bigger in front of her. She was so intent on her spell, she didn’t hear the man creeping up on her.
“Hello, Sylvia.” a voice from behind her said. Sylvia whirled around to see a man leaning in the doorway, a droll smile on his face.
She ran through the fields, chasing the blue butterflies and dandelion fluff. It was a beautiful day, and her worries were gone. She glanced upwards at the crystal cobalt sky. Suddenly, a yellow butterfly flew past. She jerked her head toward it, then ran after it, trying to catch it. It led her away, past the fields and right up to the gates of the old rose garden. She stopped short when she saw this place. But slowly, she opened the rusty old gate and stepped inside. The roses were overgrown, and the statue of her mother was dusty. She smiled up at it.
There's that girl again. She has short brown hair, which hovers in between straight and curly. She has soft green eyes, which she hides behind big tortoiseshell glasses. She has fidgety hands, with fingernails that have been bitten many times. She wears jeggings and solid color t-shirts. She hides behind a book, a different one every day. She keeps to herself, staying quiet and inconspicuous. She doodles on her classwork and taps her fingers on her desk. She loves art, and has pages full of drawings. She wants to be a writer, and spends hours working on her books. She daydreams about magic, imagining a world full of it. She is afraid of feedback, and hides her work. She loves to sing, but tells herself she's not good enough. She tries her hand at acting, but is scared to be on stage. She looks at herself in the mirror and tells herself she doesn't look good. She wonders if she'll ever be enough.