SBC 2019 Week Three Challenge – Fun With Photos

My photo story actually comes from another story that I am writing right now. It’s called The Forgotten Throne. I hope that you understand it, and, if you find it confusing or you have some questions, comment down below. I can explain everything. 

I love writing fantasy because anything can happen, whearas in realistic fiction, there are so many mystical things that simply won’t work for that genre, such as the purple mist and prophecy you will see below. Enjoy this excerpt from my story, and let me know if you want to read the entire story. I’d be happy to share a hyperlink when I reply to your comment. Enjoy the story!

“A group a five will travel south

Face the dangers of the unknown

To find the beginning and the truth

To find the forgotten throne

To stop the curse and end the wrath

You shall face your greatest fear

To end the features of my laugh

To end the blood and tears

The world is in great danger, children

The world eventually will fall

Make sure you’re safe, one place to go

One way to end it all”

“Guys, I think we just heard a prophecy.” 

“Yes, very onimous,” Larua rolled her eyes. “Come on,  you really think a 13 year old girl is capable of taking over the world? She probably is just hallucinating and thinking she is a dark lord.”

“Right, so when purple mist came out of her hands, it wasn’t real. Laura, people are in trance from that purple mist. We have to stop her!”

“Whatever, Olivia, you think she isn’t innocent and I do. Just stop fighting me and do whatever you think is neccasary.”

“Fine, I’ll stop her myself. She just walked outside right? She should be right out there, and I will stop her. Maggie doesn’t stand a chance against me.”

Olivia walked outside and found nothing there.

Inside the school, Laura was feeling scared that her best friend wasn’t going to come back in. Although she was trying to convince Olivia that Maggie wasn’t actually evil, she secretly thought that Maggie was definately capable of hurting people.

Just then, a bloodcurdling scream from outside echoed through the school. Laura knew that voice. It was Olivia’s voice.