14 October 2012
Rydian prepared to jump. He readied himself and was about to lunge forwards, when someone grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him backwards.
He stumbled and fell on his back into the soft earth. His heart was racing. He blinked in the dark light and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked around. No-one. "What?.." He muttered to himself. Suddenly, he heard a snap a few feet behind him. But before we get to that, let me explain a bit more about Rydian.
Rydian was trouble. He vandalised everything he saw, set fire to cars and stole frequently. Why?. He was troubled, reckless, wild and most of all, alone. He lived in a flat with his good for nothing, constantly drunk uncle. His parents had abandoned him mysteriously when he was four years old. He had no friends, and had little interest in school. But he was definitely different. Fifteen years old, with stormy grey eyes and light blonde hair, he wasn't exactly your typical English teenager. Lets fast forward to now.
He jumped to his feet and brushed muck and dirt off his ripped jeans. Standing in front of him was a boy, of around his age. He was pale-skinned, dark-haired and slim. His green eyes darted from Rydian to the cliff side nervously. He stepped forwards quickly, and began to speak.
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