Chapter 1
Odd beginnings
As a mildly skinny but strong man with a dark-age sword stood on the peak of a hill next to the calm clyan, or town, looking over it as he watched the sun set. It was the most beautiful and peaceful thing Calithar Harlen had ever seen. That is because Calithar is a treyener, or city person. "Well, hopefully war will not find me here." Then he got on his hover bike and sped down the hill. 50MPH...100MPH...150MPH...200MPH...STOP!!! The brakes went on but didn't go on in time. He hit the front end of a truck, then hit his right arm on a street post, and went thru a glass window and hit the wall inside that practically broke the rest of his bones in his body. "Oh god that kills...oh go- who are y- DON'T TOUCH MY ARM!!! AHHHHHHH STO-" Calithar fainted into coma because of the pain and blood loss.
Standing over him was a man with hazel eyes and a cross of black and gray hair. Calithar had so many little cuts and a few giant gashes that were bleeding that he squirmed when you poked one of his scratches.
Chapter 2
More Work?!
When Calithar woke, in who knows how many weeks, he was in a bed that seemed to be the too-comfortable type to get out of. He got out of bed then wandered through the never-ending halls. Left, right, straight, left, left, straight, right. He could see the door that he left ajar. "Oh geez," said Calithar and he punched the wall with his right arm.
Then he remembered the crash and he could make out the wall paper... then he looked at the wall." HOLY! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!" And with that he could hear footsteps coming from both...
Hope you don't mind editing...
Chapter 1
Odd beginnings
A mildly skinny but strong man with a dark-age sword stood on the peak of a hill next to the calm clyan, or town, looking over it as he watched the sun set. It was the most beautiful and peaceful scene Calithar Harlen had ever layed eyes upon. That is because Calithar is a treyener, or city person. "Well, hopefully war will not find me here." He then got on his hover bike and sped down the hill. 50MPH...100MPH...150MPH...200MPH...STOP!!! The brakes activated but not in time. He hit the front end of a truck, then struck his right arm upon a street post, and went through a window; hitting the wall inside, he broke practically all of the rest of the bones in his body. "Oh, God, that kills...oh go- who are y- DON'T TOUCH MY ARM!!! AHHHHHHH STO-" Calithar lapsed into a coma due to the pain and blood loss. Standing over him was a man with hazel eyes and distinguised salt-and-pepper hair. (I would lose the last sentence entirely.)
Please tell me if I have offended, or if this is simply not the sort of help you wanted. If, on the other hand, you would appriciate such help, I will edit chapter-by-chapter as I find time.
My respects,
Simon.
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