Hey everybody, I don't know if these are against the rules or not. but i remember reading interactive stories on here awhile ago..so i'd like to start one. until the man tries to shut me down. hopefully that won't happen though. and hopefully you'll like it. also as a sidenote. my punctuations won't be perfect. live with it.
so the story begins....
It was a cool autumns night and the chill in the air hovered above the grass in a light fog. The sky was barely visible, through the cracks in the forests canopy, letting in silver rays of moonlight that illuminated the unkempt blades and dirt path that ran it's course through the trees.
"Shit." A shadowed figure said to itself as it easily jumped over a tree that had fallen to the forest floor never breaking his stride. He looked down to his right hand where a brazen light escaped from between his fingers. "I must get the E'rvo stone back to the village before sunrise."
With that he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, feeling the power of the stone surge through his veins as orange sparks ran up his arm to his body. He let out his breath. His eyes opened wide and focused. Determination sat like a burning fire in his pupil and he skidded to a stop, leaving a trail of dust behind him. He stood at the balls of his feet and bent at the knees contracting all of his muscles. He smiled,"I haven't felt this good in awhile."
He released, like a rubberband stretched and then let go. Leaving an indent in the ground below, he soared through the cover of the trees, the wind whipping at his face. He came down and quickly touched the top branch of one of the forest oaks, launching himself back into the nights sky. He loved the view, the Great River to his right, sparkling under the moon's light, The Brother Mountains up north where the Air Tribes lived, The Valley of Dust, where strange animals rested, and most importantly, his home that was....The shadowed man's thought process was interrupted by a glint of gray-silver he saw out of his left eye. In midair he twisted his body with inhuman speed and caught the glint, a stone tipped arrow, with his right hand, his feet above his head. He came down, landing gracefully on the edge of a branch and snapped the arrow in two spanning the night for his attacker.
Ok this is the fun part. I'll give you 3 or 4 choices every story and you choose which you would like me to pick. I'll wait til i think there's enough votes and then continue with the story. so the choices are:
A. He flees....he has to get the stone back to the village before sunrise
B. He confronts his attacker
C. A squirrel climbs up the tree onto his shoulder