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Love the imagery, Joy. I question why she would be looking for someone that she doesn't want to find, but I figure I'd need more of the story to figure out that part.
I love fantasy stories, so I would be interested in reading more. Great start, Joy!
I love fantasy stories, so I would be interested in reading more. Great start, Joy!
Thank you Travis! Yes, it's supposed to be a little tease of events that happen about midway through the book. I didn't want to give too much away. Maybe it would be better if I changed it to "someone she did not necessarily want to find." Gives more of a hint that either way, she's scared of the outcome.
Maybe if it's someone that she loves that she didn't want to find, you could use "Someone she could not find. Hoped she would not find."
If it is the body of an antagonist that she wanted to find to make sure he/she was dead, then it might be better as "Someone she could not find. Desperately wanted to find."
You could also use "Someone she did not want to find. Someone she had to find.", if it is a body that she really didn't want to look for, but a task that she needed accomplished.
Sorry, it's just as I read "Someone she could not find. Did not want to find.", it made me wonder how well she would look for someone she did not want to find.
Hope this helps. Look forward to reading more.
If it is the body of an antagonist that she wanted to find to make sure he/she was dead, then it might be better as "Someone she could not find. Desperately wanted to find."
You could also use "Someone she did not want to find. Someone she had to find.", if it is a body that she really didn't want to look for, but a task that she needed accomplished.
Sorry, it's just as I read "Someone she could not find. Did not want to find.", it made me wonder how well she would look for someone she did not want to find.
Hope this helps. Look forward to reading more.



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Fire raged, the dark grey smoke filling the air. Dying soldiers coughed as they inhaled the smoke, burning their throats, their lungs. Streams of blood ran everywhere, mingling with the mud and ash. Wood and skin alike crackled in the heat. A young woman in armor slowly walked the battlefield, searching for someone in particular.
Someone she could not find. Did not want to find.
Finally the young woman reached the edge of the battlefield; a high cliff overlooked a ravine, a roaring river at the bottom. No one was near her, so no one saw the haunted look she wore. They did not see the blood dripping from her wounds - cuts on her face, her arms, her leg. She had failed in her search. There was nothing left to do.
So she sat, still staring at the river below. And waited.