Incorruptible

[Mako]

Okay, so I have a question. If I started posting the chapters of the book I'm writing, would anyone read it?

[Puvomun]

Okay, so I have a question. If I started posting the chapters of the book I'm writing, would anyone read it?

Yes. At least the first chapter(s). To get a feel for it. If it is something someone likes, they will read more. Otherwise they won't...

[Mako]

Okay, so I have a question. If I started posting the chapters of the book I'm writing, would anyone read it?

Yes. At least the first chapter(s). To get a feel for it. If it is something someone likes, they will read more. Otherwise they won't...

In that case, let's go!

[Mako]

Prologue

With a dull thud, he landed hard on the edge of the snow-covered ledge. He lifted his head and was momentarily blinded by the sun as it sank lower on the horizon. The last rays of the sun fell over the rugged mountain terrain that scarred the earth below them. The snow blowing through the valleys moved and flowed, almost as if it were alive.

They were perched high above the rest of the world, several settlements visible far below. The sunlight caught each falling snowflake, making the world appear as though it were set alight by a cold fire. The breaths he heaved danced in the wind as they were whisked away from his mouth on the swift currents of the biting winter blizzard. But he wasn't concerned with the beauty.

She had to die.

Grunting, he stood with leaden legs and faced his assailant. Again they clashed, their weapons moving with practiced ease. It was a deadly song as old as time itself, threatening and beautiful to the ears of a seasoned warrior. Their silver-white swords clashed, each time emitting a metallic hiss. His hands stung from the reverberation, even through his padded gloves. Sparks jumped through the thin air and were swept away into the raging blizzard. Another icy gust of wind knocked him off-balance. He stumbled but quickly regained his footing and pressed on.

Both of them knew the penalty for failure. It had been drilled into them in the Academy on occasions too numerous to count. But now, hidden from the protective gaze of their mentors, the stakes were much higher. Their blades met again and again; each time the energized metal would rebound with the same odd sound. They matched each other move-for-move, striking with determination, attacking with fervor. Their weapons locked and they drew close, their faces mere inches from each other. Frost began to ice his blade in the momentary standstill.

"Why?!"

She had to scream to be heard above the wailing of the growing storm.

"Just tell me why!"

He struck again, ignoring her demand.

She had to die.

Neither of them was capable of ripping the upper hand from the other. He lunged and she parried the blow. She slashed, leaving him barely enough time to activate his shield. The wind was picking up, the cold biting deeper into his core. The blade was beginning to freeze to his hand but he paid the pain no heed. He had one objective: to kill her. He had to if he were to save his world.

Another gust caught him off-guard and he struggled for firm footing. She took advantage of his unsteadiness and lunged.

His heart stopped cold.

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[Puvomun]

This is a good start. Nice action, good kick to start a story off and leave the reader with questions.