•Links Quest•

•Chapter 1•
DRIFT
I silently watched the rain fall and drench my dirty hair. I was an “orphan”, abandoned by my parents. When I did live with them, they called me Blueberry. My hair is a dark blue, but it looks black now. I also have a light blue tunic, it fell out of the sky before. Its now in horrible condition, its ripped up and soggy. A tear fell down my dirty face, forming a clean line. I turned my attention to the alley entrance, I heard light footsteps and clanging knives.
I grabbed my blade. I silently stood up, ready for any attack. A tall figure approached me, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and scars all over her face. She had a tatoo on her neck that said, 'Survivor.' She was in her 13s and 14s, and she had this hard scaly armor. She smirked, and held out her hand. “I don't need help up, thanks.” I said, getting up. The girl frowned, stifling a sigh. “You're not the social type...” she said, “But, why are you alone out here. Ya look lost.” “I am fine!” I snapped bitterly. The girl did not reply, instead she stabbed me in the arm. I let out a wail of agony and pain as blood flowed quickly out of the wound. She pulled it out and pinned me down, slicing the bottom of my jaw. My voice was crackled with pain now, and it hurt to talk. I felt the hot sticky blood flow down my neck, soaking my tunic. The girl left, not leaving a trace she did it. A shadow, I think it's a shadow, trotted towards me. “Look out!” I wailed, the shadow practically right infront of me. I winced from pain, and found out it was not a shadow. It was a boy about my age with a green tunic. His icy blue eyes searched my blood drenched body, before he could speak. “What happened?” he asked, dumb-founded. “Lets see... A sack of potatoes stabbed me.” I said, sarcastically.