Prologue
Meda
I let out a shaky breath as my feet pounded against the sticky, damp black pavement below me that reeked of stale alcohol. Brick walls dimly lit by one flickering street light of the alleyway I had so dumbly ran through.
My feet were moving so fast I could barely feel them thanks to years of vigorous training in track back at school and angry shouts coming from the men who were hot on my tail.
I clutched onto my helmet, trying to figure out my next move, nearly running into a fence that told me there was nowhere else to run. As I came to an abrupt halt, I let out a groan.
“God Dammit, Meda! Have you learned nothing from the countless movies you’ve watched?” I scolded myself under my breath.
This always happens. The beautiful heroine runs down a dark path only to be caught at a dead end and somehow a handsome knight in shining armor shows up to save the day.
The thing was, I was no heroine. The people out for my blood had valid reasons to beat me to a pulp, and there most certainly was no man insane enough to get himself caught up in the mess that was my life.
“Looks like it’s the end of the road, sweetheart.”
I smirked and turned around, lifting up my helmet, then threw it as hard as I could at one of my attackers.
I laughed as blood trickled down his nose and he fell to the floor with a loud thud, knocked out cold. I stopped laughing when I noticed it had caused my helmet to crack.
Damn… That was my favorite helmet!
Five meatheads were now glaring daggers my way, standing about ten feet away from me.
“Fuck Meda! What the hell was that for?” said one of them.
Feigning innocence, I walked up to their leader. A tall burly man whose red beard was so thick, it almost made up for his receding hairline that nearly shone in the moonlight.
“You’re not still angry with me, are you? It was just an innocent little joke…” I trailed my index finger around his chest and batted my eyes, looking as apologetic as possible.
His eyes softened for a quick second before he shook it off and scoffed.
“That shit isn’t going to work this time, Meda. I’ve fallen for your tricks for the last time!”
I looked him in the eyes, leaning closer to him. The warmth irradiating behind my eyes told me that by that time, my eyes had turned bright yellow.
He gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down his face.
“You sure about that, hon?”
His eyes were locked on mine. He tried to open his mouth to respond, but no words came out. I brought my index finger up and traced his parted, trembling bottom lip.
“Your men are weaklings without you. That’s what you get for hanging out with mortals. I’m sure it strokes your bat-shit crazy ego to be the strongest in your little gang, doesn’t it, Toby?”
His eyes started slowly glowing white as he fought against my pull. I knew my hold on him wouldn’t last for long, so I quickly grabbed a small black apple from the fanny pack I had strapped around my waist.
“This has been fun and all, but I’ve got places to go, and people to see. Bye hun.”
I took a tiny bite of the apple, and soon his face started fading away. A swoosh of air surrounded me and my body felt as light as air.
After a minute, I landed on my feet and looked around.
This is not my house…
Hello Kris I would just like to know if you are still writing your book from Luna to Queen book or not