Well, this is my fourth and final attempt at getting this right.It took a while to rewrite this because I warped my story a great deal. The beginning has been altered a bit but it still remains somewhat similar, the story is just completely different now. Any opinions would be greatly appreciated. NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY ENTIRE PROLOGUE ONLY THE BEGINNING PIECE. DEPENDING ON THE REACTION THIS GETS I MAY PUT UP THE REST WHEN I FINISH IT.
The Tales of Arc
Bellin observed his prey through a shattered mask of calm, weaving along the crowded city streets in what seemed to be a ceaseless pursuit. Little more than a shadow amongst the masses, his blending was flawless, his movement concealed by baggy, worn clothing and his head tilted slightly as to bury his frustration beneath the brim of his hood.
Of all places he had to choose Rave’s Territory Bellin thought, barely able to keep silent I can’t….I-I mean….this needs to end NOW!
It was odd for someone so experienced to have broken so simply. That “stalker’s reserve” he had always prided himself on had melted away in but a short hour on the chase. That had been a while ago and where that callus of hardened detachment had shed lay a pink tender spot of aggression which transformed the simple discomforts of the hunt into sufferings. The blazing midday sun harassed him relentlessly, the voices of merchants taking part in the town bazaar pierced through his skin, and the wide eyed townsfolk, gawking at every single thing for sale, purposely formed a living, nearly impenetrable barricade, or so he saw things.
With great effort, Bellin was able to tear himself from dwelling on his anger and refocused upon his mark who had just turned off the main road and into an alleyway.
Finally, he rejoiced.
