Chapter 1

the first chapter of my very first story that i have shared with anybody but my english teacher

Inside of a crater in the woods, a figure is stirring. He is a well muscled individual, with medium length black hair and red eyes with pure black in the place of the whites. As he opens his eyes, he notices that even though it is dark, he can see fine, also, he doesn’t remember anything but his own name and the feeling that something is wrong. He props himself up on his elbow and looks around.

He notices that he is wearing a black tunic, black belt with a black sheath on it. His shoes are black, and he feels something around his neck. He reaches a hand up to his neck and feels a chain made of small links. On the chain, he feels four symbols: one shaped like a drop of water, one shaped like a flame, one shaped like a lightning bolt, and one that he could not make out, but he suspected was a skull. On his ring finger, he sees a glint of gold, when he investigates it; he discovers a ring shaped like a bone with a skull on it, made of solid gold.

Then, he investigates his surroundings, and is surprised to see that he is in a crater, with sides too steep to climb out of on his own. On some base instinct, however, he tries to jump out. At the top of his jump, he feels muscles on his back flare into life as large wings unfurl and propel him out of the crater.

“What am I,” he wondered aloud, “I have wings, and if I’m not mistaken, my ears are pointed,” he exclaimed as he felt his ears, which are indeed, pointed.

He heard something in the woods snap a twig as it passed, and he drew his sword, 3 feet of pure black steel with red flames etched along the center of the blade. At the same time, he folded up his wings flat against his back through slits in the back of his tunic.

“Who’s there,” he cried, “Show yourself!” Five men appeared out of the woods carrying makeshift weapons such as scythes and knives.

“We are just villagers,” one of them explained, “but who are you, we heard a loud crash and we came to investigate, tell us what is in that crater behind you?”

“I shall tell you what was in that crater, it was I, Molento, and that is all I know, for I cannot remember anything before waking up in that crater you see behind me.”

“Nothing at all?” the men asked.

“No, nothing besides my name,” replied Molento, “and may I ask your names?”

"I am Michael," said the stout one.

"I am John," said the one with black hair similar to Molento's.

"I am James," said the short but thin one.

"I am Robert," said the tallest one

"And I am David," said the tall one with strong-looking but thin arms.

“Well, I am still disoriented from waking up to absolutely nothing in my head, is there somewhere that I can rest?” Molento asked as he sheathed his sword.

“Yes, of course,” replied David, “I have a spare bed that you can rest in until you remember anything else or until you wish to leave.”

“Thank you, that is most kind,” Molento gratefully replied.

The group of men walked back to the village trying to ask the right questions to trigger a memory from Molento, but unfortunately they could not get anything out of him. As they arrived at the village, people flocked around the group of six, inquiring who Molento was and if they found out anything about the loud sound. The men explained that the loud sound was caused by Molento, who they found next to a large crater, which he had apparently made. The group of people continued to ask questions of Molento, who to each and every one replied “I don’t know, I have lost my memory.”

Eventually, they reached David’s house, a simple one story hut, and the crowd dispersed. “Come on in Molento, the bed that I told you about is in the back of the house.

They walked in and David told Molento, “I would like you to meet my daughter, Eliena.”

Molento turned to look and saw a pretty girl of about his age, with bleach blonde hair and eyes as pure black as obsidian. She was what you might call petit, and she had long, slender fingers. She was pale, as though she rarely ever left home, however, Molento sensed that she had untold of magical potential just waiting to be unleashed. As he realized this, he took an involuntary step back, and a slight gasp.

“Yes, I know, she is as beautiful as her mother was, Molento, and she is the most beautiful girl in the village,” David said in response to this.

“No, it’s not that,” Molento replied, “it's just that I can sense that she has great magical potential somehow, and I also know that I have never seen someone who has such untapped raw power as her. Just being in the presence of someone so powerful is over…” he said as he blacked out from the combination of exhaustion, confusion of having no memories, and being in the presence of the one person who may be stronger than he is.

Author's Note

tell me what you think of this, this is my first time writing and I want to know how to get better
there will probably be more later on if I get good reviews/ feedback

Reviews

[TheMizFit]

This is a really good start. It's interesting and got me right in.
Sorry if I read this just now. xD