Chapter 1
THE GIRL FROM THE SHADOWS
The story begins with a girl no one has ever truly seen.
And those who did…
never lived long enough to describe her.
Her name is Igen.
In whispers, she was called Mortis.
In fear, Raven.
Her eyes were sharp like a cat’s —
cold, alert, deadly.
Her body was wrapped in a matte black gothic outfit, elegant and deadly at the same time.
A deep hood covered most of her face, shadows hiding her identity.
The fabric flowed behind her like living darkness.
Scars and subtle tattoos marked her legs —
proof of survival.
She stood alone in the open street,
surrounded by ten men,
their weapons raised,
their breathing heavy with confidence.
They thought she was trapped.
They were wrong.
Two men rushed at her together, swinging their serrated swords.
Igen moved without fear.
She lifted her ivory spear, the red arcane engravings glowing faintly,
and blocked both attacks in a single motion.
Metal screamed.
But danger came from behind.
Two more men attacked her with blades, aiming for her back.
Too late.
Igen twisted mid-motion.
The hidden knives embedded in her boots flashed.
In one smooth movement, she sliced both their throats.
Blood hit the ground.
The two men in front knocked her spear away.
It crashed onto the stone floor.
For a second,
they thought they had won.
They were wrong.
From the leather straps on her thigh,
Igen pulled out her second weapon —
a curved, ritual blade shaped like a deadly wing.
She spun and threw it.
The blade cut through the air.
Two heads fell.
Silence.
The remaining six men stepped back,
fear filling their eyes.
Igen didn’t wait.
She sprinted forward, grabbed her spear,
and struck with brutal speed.
Two more bodies dropped.
The last four turned and ran.
“Run! Run!” they screamed.
Then—
She appeared in front of them.
Like a ghost.
Igen slowly spun her spear.
Her eyes burned crimson red.
The men dropped to their knees,
begging, crying, shaking.
Mercy was never an option.
One brutal motion.
Four lives ended.
And then—
She vanished into the shadows.
As if she had never existed.
Your writing style is stunning, so expressive and easy to visualize. Every word feels intentional, every scene has emotion. It gave me so many ideas while reading! I’d love to see this story turned into a visual piece someday, it truly deserves it.