Sorry to everyone who's reading my other stories and thinking I should work on those instead of starting a new one. I just found this old story on my computer and thought, "Ah, what the heck." I started this at least two years ago, so it's not so well-written.
Chapter 1: The Voice
In a faraway world called Madrigal, on the island of Flaris, a twelve-year-old girl named Nreelia stood on the peak of a rocky hill overlooking the town called Flarine below. She had always preferred looking from a distance to actually being in the town; that place was much too crowded for her comfort. But the rest of Flaris was beautiful. She didn't think she ever wanted to leave it. No way. Flaris was her home.
As a strong breeze swept over the mountain, she heard a low hissing voice behind her, seeming to blend in with the wind. "Yesssss, you are the one."
She gasped and spun around, scanning the mountains behind her.
Not even a shadow.
Nreelia frowned, feeling unnerved. The next minute, she was racing down the mountainside, toward Madren Town.
There, a boy a little older than Nreelia was battling a Demian. The little monster was armed with two sharp knives, but the youth was better armed with a long, curved sword and quickly defeated his opponent.
Moonstrike turned and saw his sister Nreelia running across the bridge. "What is it?" he asked as she reached and pounded to a stop.
Nreelia bent over and gasped for breath. "I…heard something…on a hill. When I looked, there…wasn't anything there…so I ran…the whole way back to tell you."
She stood up straight and looked at her brother, waiting for his response and fiddling with her dark braid, weaving the end through her fingers. Moonstrike thought about it carefully.
"I think you were hearing things, Nreelia," he told her finally. Nreelia's braid dropped onto her shoulder as she stared at him in disbelief. She'd run all the way here for that?
"No, really, I know I heard something! I heard a voice behind me say 'you are the one' and when I turned around, no one was there. It sounded really creepy, too."
He sighed. "I think it was your mind running away with you. Just forget about it, okay?" He reached and patted her shoulder comfortingly.
Nreelia scowled, shook off his hand, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm barely an infant. I'm obviously not! And all that's easy for you to say! You only ever hear the noise a Demian makes when you hit it!"
With that, she turned on her heel and stalked toward their house. Moonstrike just sighed and turned to attack another Demian. Completely unnoticed by both of them in the shadow of a nearby mountain, a dark being chuckled to himself.
"It won't be long now. Not long at all."
Yep, creepy stuff. Next chapter is coming in a few days.