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A short story by Jacob, Northern House School Prologue
I fear this may be my last moment of life. So I shall recount a tale, the tale of a friend, a story that has yet to reach it end. A life that gave hope to all the realms engulfed by the void, the story of Mark’s beginning but not his end, which has yet to be seen.
Chapter One: Beginning
I was walking home from school one day when… wait I should probably back up to the start my name is Mark.
I am twelve years old; I go to an unimpressive school on the edge of town.
Eastleigh is a very boring place, nothing fun or interesting ever happens.
I’ve always dreamed of being part of some amazing adventure but when it finally happened I realised I wasn’t ready for it.
Anyway back to the story, I was walking home from school when I saw a fox.
Not just any fox, a fox with silky blood red fur everywhere but the tip of its tails yes I said tails, there were nine of them, where the fur was white, it was the size of a small car but none of my friends noticed it some even looked straight at it but didn’t see it.
“See you guys tomorrow.” I said to my friends before running off, I followed the fox into the nearby forest.
To be continued…