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Prologue: Is it worth writing


Joe

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So...is this story worth finishing??

 

"Mel!" There was anxiousness in the voice that echoed in the darkness of that cave on Hawk Island. It was hard to make out where it was coming from due to the fact that the boy's voice was hoarse and the darkness of the twilight had cloaked everything that had once reflected the last few beams of daylight. An arm groped around in the darkness, searching for something and never finding it. As it did so, the face of its owner became more and more distressed. Where is she, he thought to himself. "Mel", he cried out again.

 

She had been there a few moments ago, a sixteen year old girl with blond hair and hazel eyes. Melanie was the most beautiful girl that Eric had ever seen, but they were best friends and the feelings had had for her seemed forbidden. He longed for a relationship with her, but knew that it would never happen. She had always looked at him like a brother...nothing more. Even this trip had turned out terribly. He had planned on telling her how he felt, and now...she was missing. Gone! Where was she?!

 

"Melanie, this isn't funny! Where are you?" His voice was even more distressed then it had been before. "Please." He paused, breathless. "Answer!" He was getting worried now. He was screaming. His voice echoed with strong vibrations against the crystals that lined the cave walls. He tried to stand, his legs fumbling around in the sleeping bag he had settled down in just a few hours ago. In frustration, he kicked it away from him, scratching it against one of the rocks. "Why did we even decide to stay in this place," he asked himself. There were pointy rocks all over the place, except for the central floorspace where they had slept.

 

He stood up, catching the hood of his sweatshirt on something. He reached into the front pocket, feeling around for the flashlight he had. It was small and wouldn't do much, but at leas tit would let him see where he was going and what had taken hold of his hood. He turned it on, the light at first hurting his eyes. He found it strange, especially since it was coming from such a small device. "What the heck is that," he said, now opening his eyes. Most of the light was coming toward his face, and not from his feet. It wasn't the flashlight.

 

The light from the flashlight was causing the crystals to glow an eerie purple color. It was fantastic, and Eric found himself unable to look away. He clicked the button on the flashlight, the light from its tiny bulb dissolving into darkness again. The purple glow from the walls began to slowly vanish. How! That was all he could think. Just how. He needed answers.

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