Fire power. A community story.

[lavenderlondonfog]

Alright, it sounds good to me!

So, since I'm going to try and do the next chapter, what would you suggest me to do? (Maybe introduce the enemy's camp?)
Oh yeah, and I assume I am also writing from Emma's perspective? (It would make the most sense I suppose.)

And yes, I ask many questions

[Woogwoo Wren]

Haha, asking questions is fine.
You can do what you want to, introduce the enemy camp if you want.
And yes, from Emma's perspective would be good.

[lavenderlondonfog]

Okay! I'll work on that, then message you or maybe just post it I suppose. Thanks

Edit: I just saw you profile picture! So you did NanoWrimo! I wanted to, but didn't because of school and such. How was it?

Also, is this okay so far?

Emma glanced around desperately, trying to calm the breath that grew so ragged in her throat as they were forced to keep traveling forward, despite the tragedy that had occurred. All she could hear now was the sobbing of people, hushed whispers, and the continuous thud of footsteps, crackling the dry twigs and foliage underneath their strides.

Once or twice, when there was a break in the order, and the opposing tribe’s guards would go over to solve the problem, she thought about escaping, just dashing away and hiding in the forest to be protected by the night. Though, something- and she wasn’t quite sure what, stopped her from doing that. Perhaps it was her family.

Katy walked sullenly beside her, eyes wet with moisture as she looked at the ground. Only five, she would need Emma, and it was her duty to take care of her, for her and Tom. Besides, even if she could escape, they would surely find her, and then if she did leave and made it unfound, she would be separated from the rest of her family.

She wanted to cry out, to scream at the top of her lungs about how wrong it was, how ghastly that another group of humans take others like them to do their work and kill them should they defend those who needed help. It was horrible; too awful to put into words, only the sound of their monotonous treading and cries could capture it.

Emma thought the sound may have never stopped, but it did, sure enough. Though, it was only because they were now in sight of the enemy’s camp, and that was certainly not a good thing.

They were told to stop. She glanced to her mother, whispering in an anxious tone.

“Mom- Where are we…?”

Amanda shook her head in response that she did not know, and the tear trails down her face made her look so forlorn, that Emma had second thoughts about speaking again; instead she looked ahead, trying to observe the mottled surroundings the best she could.

Before them loomed a fort the likes of which she had never seen.