This is about the third draft for a small section of the first chapter for one of my... I guess you could call it a story. But unfortunately It appears that I'm stuck in a rut. I continue to write the same words in a different order. Please could you help.
Prologue
A Love That Is Denied Only Grows Stronger…
A small, black clad figure stood looking through one of the panelled windows in the entrance way. Her sleek, black wings folded neatly at her back and a cloak thrown over her soaking wet shoulders. Outside the storm raged around the mighty castle that had been turned into one of the most prestigious schools. Lighting lit the small teenagers face up, showing the lines that one of her age shouldn’t have as it was reflected by the small metal necklace around her neck. Her deep purple eyes reflected inner chaos that mirrored the stormy nights sky.
Hearing footsteps behind her Ravyn slowly turned to be met by the sight of one of the stern head teachers. She inclined her head as a sign of respect, her wings rustling slightly with this movement.
“Follow me please” said the teacher in an equally stern voice as the look on his face. Ravyn swept her wet, short silver streaked black hair out of her eyes with a gloved hand and followed silently. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs as she walked but tried her hardest to, at least, keep her composure calm and cool. So focused on this was she that she didn’t notice that the teacher had stopped so Ravyn almost walked right into him. “Wait here” he said and proceeded through a small door hidden within the intricate pattern on the larger doors.
Ravyn looked around her, feeling her stomach alive with fluttering little beasties that most would call nerves. She paced slightly, her footsteps echoing sharply around the hall. Stopping she started to fiddle with her carved silver ring on her left hand. She needed to talk to the head master NOW. Soon they would trace her here and..and, she didn't want to think about what would happen next. Nervously she looked around, as if they would pounce out of the very walls around her. Don't be silly she thought. They cant jump out of walls. Those were only stories that mothers told to their naughty children at night. Looking back at the door before her, she could hear the hurried footsteps of the headmaster just beyond them. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
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