The earth trembled. All the nearby towns felt it. They knew what it meant. Thousands of miles below, in a cavern blacker than the darkest night, and larger than the biggest castle, there appeared eyes. Eyes as red as blood, pouring from an arrow wound in a brave knight's heart. It's time. The earth trembled again. It's time. Time to have revenge. Revenge on those who had imprisoned him here. Those who had put him into a sleep that has lasted 200 years. Time to unleash his wrath on all mankind. Show them how he felt.
He looked down at himself. The giant claws curled into fists of anger. His muscles rolled. He took a step. The earth trembled again.
"It's time." He spoke for the first time in 200 years. He took another step. He wanted revenge -- and he would have it.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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I like how you used repetition of the phrase "It's time." That is a great writing technique. I look forward to more chapters of your story.
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