A fifteen year old girl named Evergreen is living
A fifteen year old girl named Evergreen is living with her grandmother since her parents have been lost to The Hands of Death. Her grandmother falls ill with the same symptoms as her parents. Evergreen meets a sixteen year old boy named Leo. Leo tells Evergreen about The Hands of Death. They befriend a girl named Ember who is secretly a spy for The Hands of Death, with cracked skin and swirling purple eyes. Evergreen defeats Ember with her trusty bow and arrow. Evergreen and Leo go to the Shadow Palace which is where The Hands of Death lives and they fight him but Evergreen gets captured but the story has only just begun…
Evergreen, a wisp of a girl with eyes the color of moss and hair like tangled vines, felt the weight of the world pressing down on her slender shoulders. Her parents, lost to the dreadfully named “Hands of Death,” were a constant ache in her heart. Now, her beloved Nana, the only family she had left, was fading, her skin turning the same sickly yellow that had claimed her parents.
Fear coiled in Evergreen’s stomach. The Hands of Death were a whispered legend, a shadowy entity that spread a plague across the land, leaving behind only emptiness and despair. One day, while picking herbs for Nana’s dwindling strength, she met Leo. With his unruly brown hair and eyes that held both mischief and kindness, he was the embodiment of a summer storm. He had heard of the Hands of Death, too. His father, a seasoned traveler, had vanished just a few months before.
“They’re not just a legend, Evergreen,” Leo told her, his voice grim. “They’re real. They’re everywhere.”
He explained that the Hands of Death, a shadowy cult, used a strange magic to infect their victims, drawing their life force. He spoke of a prophecy, a whisper that spoke of a chosen one who would stand against the darkness. A chosen one with a heart as strong as the oak, and the spirit of a wildflower.
As they walked, they encountered Ember, a girl with cracked skin and swirling purple eyes that mirrored the darkness they spoke of. Ember spoke of an ancient artifact, a relic of power that could bind the Hands of Death. A spark of hope flickered within Evergreen. But she sensed something amiss, something that felt like a web woven from shadows and deceit.
Evergreen’s instincts proved right. Ember, her eyes flashing with a malevolent gleam, attacked. She was a servant of the Hands of Death, tasked with finding the relic.
Evergreen, with her trusty bow and arrow, a gift from her father, fought back. The arrow, imbued with the spirit of the forest, pierced through the darkness, stunning Ember and banishing her from their path.
With newfound purpose, Evergreen and Leo set out to find the relic. Their journey led them to the Shadow Palace, a sinister fortress where the Hands of Death dwelled. The palace loomed before them, a malevolent maw of darkness. The air itself seemed to crackle with evil.
They fought their way through hordes of cultists, their blades gleaming like moonlight on water. Evergreen’s arrow flew true, striking down foes with unwavering accuracy. But in the heart of the palace, they were ambushed. Leo, in a valiant attempt to shield Evergreen, was injured, his body crumpled beneath the weight of darkness.
Evergreen, her heart heavy with grief, pressed onward. She found the relic, a shimmering crystal that pulsed with ancient power. But as she reached for it, the air shimmered, and the Hands of Death appeared, a monstrous figure cloaked in shadows, its eyes burning with unholy fire.
The battle raged. Evergreen, fueled by a fierce love for her Nana, Leo, and her lost family, unleashed her arrows. But they seemed to fall harmlessly around the Hands of Death. She was caught, trapped in a web of darkness. The palace echoed with her desperate cries.
As the Hand of Death reached for her, she whispered, “I won’t let you win.” Her voice, a defiant whisper in the face of overwhelming darkness, echoed in the heart of the palace, carrying a promise of a fight that was far from over. The journey was only just beginning.
