Young+Author+Intro

Once there was a beautiful city called Blizzard City. It was an unbelievable sight. The city looked like it was made of snowflakes itself. The people in the city were just as amazing. There in the very depths of the city was King Evander and Queen Arya’s castle. The Queen was expecting a baby but now they were on the run from seven remaining assassins and their army has been killed. They ran past corridor to corridor with their hands clasped together tightly. They were making way for a ship to escape. The dear King Evander stayed behind to fend off the assassins and protect his wife. He never made it out. The queen narrowly escaped. She got onboard the ship her heart pounding, chest heaving, and eyes full of new tears for her dear king was dead.

How could this happen? Of all the people in the world, Queen Arya was not the one this should happen to. Queen Arya was the most kind, generous, nice person anyone could ever see. Her long golden hair sparkled and danced when she would laugh but she rarely laughed nowadays. Her clear ocean blue eyes were almost always filled with tears now. Ever since she left her castle she always seemed to be in a depression. She loathed those assassins with her very soul. “The filthy murderers,” she said. She also said a few other choice words that made the seamen stare at her.

Arya wanted to go home. She knew she was far from Blizzard City and would not be able to go back for a long while.