I started to write fantasy fictions again. Tried when to write when i was about 15 years old but my grammar was just too bad to really enjoy or understand the story, so i let it be. Now that im turning 21 , i thought about giving it another chance.
This is the prologue of the work im currently working on.
hope u like it.
Prologue
Blood, blood and death. Those two things followed my lonely life. No home I can call my own, no friends I can talk to, I kept on moving, sleeping on the wet,cold and muddy grass under the dark lonely skies,but still going on, walking, finding my worth in this cruel world. I worked as a sellsword, selling off my