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I will try to start on this story soon. I've never written anything like this, so bear with me. Hopefully it will turn out well.

I'm sure you will do fine. You are not alone. I have never written a story like this before either. Thank goodness, I am a make believe writer. Trust me, if I join in on this challenge later. You all will see some make believe stuff.

Here is a short prologue

Warning: It's pretty violent.

Prologue:

The boy stood in a room that was entirely white. He wore white as well. At first, it was empty. But slowly, dark shapes came out of the wall at him. From all sides. They all seemed twice as tall as him, twice as big. They were heavily-armed with wickedly sharp katanas. The figures wore the traditional armor of ninja. The boy wore no armor.
Without warning, they came at the boy. He ducked and weaved as the swords cleaved the air where he was standing. Several times, the swords of his assailants met in the place he’d been standing. The boy executed a sideways flip over the blade edge of one sword. It was so close that it shaved two inches off the edge of his gi. He landed a few feet away, lightly on his toes. But there was no time to rest or exalt in his smooth movement. For they were at him again.
The boy used his small size and agility as an advantage. He could squeeze in between the bodies of his assassins, so that their swords sliced the flesh of their cohorts instead of his. Ninja were trained to show no pain, so there were no sounds of agony as the swords met flesh, but blood flew, arterial spray as limbs were hacked. The white room was soon painted with blood. Again and again, the boy dashed and darted, finding spaces seemingly too small for him to squeeze. The assassins begin to fall, one by one—by their own hands. Soon, there was only one.
The boy was backed into a corner. The last man standing faced him silently. His katana was held at his side, a casual extension of his body. It dripped with blood. The plop of the blood on the floor was the only sound. Each of them breathed silently, despite their exertions, as they were trained to do.
The boy watched the man, gauging what his next movement would be. He knew that there would be no mercy for him, even though he had not yet had his eight birthday. If he could not find it within himself to survive, he did not deserve life. There was no escape this time. There was hardly any room between the assassin and the boy. If he moved forward, his motion would meet the katana’s arc. He would paint the room with more blood. His mortal blood.
With a moment so far, that it was blurred to the human eye, the man moved forward. His katana sliced into the white wall where the boy stood with a force that buried it half its width into the wall. Instead of the neatly bisected parts of his small body on the floor, there was the empty expanse of floor, comparatively white.
The assassin jerked suddenly. He opened his mouth, and a soundless gasp issued forth. Blood flowed out of his mouth and down his chin. He looked down, and the tip of a blade protruded through his chest. No words marked his death as he slumped to the floor.
Behind him stood the boy, a stolen katana in his small hand. His eyes were dead and cold.

thats awesome to ends that could describe it.

Nice prologue. Can't wait for the story.

Thanks, Emily.

Arch, I enjoy the make believe stuff the most. :)

Thanks, Arch.

Lady Danielle "The Book Huntress" wrote: "Arch, I enjoy the make believe stuff the most. :)"

Make believe can take a writer to a place he or she has never been before. :)

That's what I love about it. :)

Love it, Danielle! Eager to see where you're going with this.

I'm afraid mine has more drama than danger... :)

It's good to have you on board, and lol, I pretty much have no idea what I'm doing right now. *grin*

It'd be great if Arch too joined up later. I love some good make-believe too!

: @ Zee.

I have to finish Trespassing.

Arch wrote: ": @ Zee.

I have to finish Trespassing."

Then, lol, finish it quickly! I'm actually reading Trespassing, and liking it a lot.

Thanks, Zee. I have no idea what I'm doing either. :)

lol @ Zee.

I have a way to go with Trespassing. I should have another installment up in a couple of days.

Danielle, it's all good like a chicken bone. You will do just fine. You know how to tell a story.

Lady Danielle "The Book Huntress" wrote: "Thanks, Zee. I have no idea what I'm doing either. :)"

Lol. I'm not convinced of that! You sound on top of your game here!

Arch wrote: "lol @ Zee.

I have a way to go with Trespassing. I should have another installment up in a couple of days.

Danielle, it's all good like a chicken bone. You will do just fine. You know how to t..."

Sounds like a plan, Arch. :)

Thanks, Arch and Zee. I try my best. That's all you can do.

Arch, I hope you are able to join at some point.

I might Danielle. But for right now, I'm just going to be a reader. :)

Okay.