Emerald Eyes *FIRST DRAFT*

A tale has long been told of the girl with emerald eyes. But this is more than just a story. Its a destiny...

Book 2 in the Chalson Chronicles. All rights reserved. Cover designed by Alicia Keyes.


1. Nightmare Man

Rain fell that night. A fine, whispering rain. It pattered on the window like clattering bones, keeping me awake. I tossed and turned in my bed, trying in vain to sleep. Outside a fierce wind battered against my castles battlements, whistling through the gray stone walls, causing the castle to groan under the strain of its own weight. My room was in the tallest tower within the ancient compound, over-looking a dark, menacing forest. The full moon shone bright in the twinkling black sky; perfect for a chilly Halloween night. I rose from my bed and shuffled slowly over to the window.

I gazed out longingly over the horizon, wishing to know what lay beyond. On a sudden impulse, I glanced down at the courtyard below the window. A hooded figure was pacing slowly across the courtyard, the moonlight catching on the silver dagger at his side. I recognized him immediately.

The nightmare man was here.

I backed slowly away from the window, wide-eyed as a concotion of fear and horror smashed in to me. Suddenly, a ear piercing scream ripped through the silence. I raced to the heavy oak door and down the spiral staircase to my parents room. Heavy footsteps filled the castle and I crashed in to the familiar door of my parents. I tried to rattle the door.

It was locked.

I ran in to my parents study and began searching every draw and cupboard for the keys. Upon opening the top desk draw, I found what I was looking for. THe door was soon infront of me again and, with trembling hands, I fitted the key into the lock.

Flinging open the door, I froze in shock at the sight that greeted my eyes. My parents bodies were sprawled out on the floor with their own blood spilling in pools around them. I had to be dreaming. I just had to be. They couldn't be dead. My father, who read to me every night before I slept, and my mother, teaching me how to draw. My parents. They couldn't be dead.

Staggering forward a few steps, I sank to the ground in despair. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. Salty tears rolled softly down my cheeks, blurring my vision so much I didn't notice the darkness taking over. Not until the whole world had ebbed away.

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