STORY STARTER
Write a fantasy story based around the last message you sent to a friend.
The Fantasy genre typically contains magic, supernatural or mythological elements.
Never Come Back
The message: bro should have never came backš
"You should have never came back." Clementine looks at me in the eye.
Weāre outside her rebellionās hideout. The rebellion that goes against my father.
Her father hates me because of who I amāthe prince. The son of the kingdom that kills Neuros.
He decided to tolerate me last year because I was getting his rebellion to help Katharos in the war(my childhood best friendās kingdom that my father wanted to invade). After Katharos had won the war, Molis had banned me from coming on Firebounds grounds.
Sheās right. I shouldnāt have. "I didnāt know where else to go."
Her brows furrow slightly in confusion before I reveal the bloody stab wound underneath my jacket.
She quietly gasps. "What happened?" She looks up at me, eyes wide.
I chuckle darkly. "Someone recognised me."
She pauses. "What did they look like?"
"Is that really important? I have a bleeding wound here."
"Yes, it is important."
I shrug and try think back to the man. "The man had honey skin I guess. Brown thin almond eyes, long black hair-"
"For Neuros sake," she groans slightly.
I frown. "Do you know him? Who is he?"
"Heās the leader of the terrorist groupāKatan."
She slumps against the wall until she the ground.
"What? Thereās a terrorist group out there? Why have we not been informed about this?"
"Kata had just started it a month ago but itās growing fast. Thereās about thirty members already in the heart of Pryla, who knows how many is out there."
I pause. "His name is Kata? And his rebellion is called Katan? Talk about self absorbed."
Clem raises an eyebrow. "Thatās what you take from this?" She pauses when her eyes trail back to the wound in the side of my stomach. "Doesnāt that not hurt? Youāre talking pretty fine for someone who had just been stabbed."
I groan slightly. "I was trying to distract myself. Anyway, I have a really high pain tolerance, remember? Dad abuses me, I went to war and everything?"
"Right." She stands back up. "I better go sort.. that," she gestures at the injury, "out."
"Do it quick," I slump against the wall.
"Yeah." She nods quickly and quietly rushes back into Fireboundās hideout.
I canāt believe Iām back here.