APRIL 27th 2008
Voldemort stands at the head of a large table. A group of Death Eaters sit around, sipping margaritas and cocktail martinis and eating shrimp cocktails. Bellatrix is sitting next to Voldemort, her legs crossed, twirling her hair with her finger, smiling adoringly up at Voldemort.
“Everyone.” Voldemort clears his throat. “Everyone, listen up, I have an important announcement. Pay attention or I’ll kill you all!” he screams. Bella giggles and everyone quiets down.
I am but the remnants of my mother’s hopes,
the dregs of unachieved goals and unfinished dreams.
Nothing more than a collection of phobias, and anxieties.
Too many days have been spent under the veil.
Today, I rose from my sleep and found myself blind to the world.
I stumbled, cried, and prayed for my eyesight back
I felt around but nothing could be found
Not a door, a window, or the smallest hope for light
Here’s is the prologue of my novel The Eighth Son: Awakening. Forgive the grammar. I’m a pretty good storyteller, but have no sense of punctuation. Well, anyhow, enjoy.