Running, dashing all up and down a jab, a thrust with the arm of steel; enemy of the demon who is opposite of I. We dance the dance of wild death. Most can not see, only the demons a few others can see this world. It is mixed but is always separate from the world that you might know. How I know this will be kept a secret for your own safety. For once you have glanced the smallest peak at the other world you will become one like me one of the few who can be and will be able to talk, touch, and be attacked by the one that the normal know as demons but the ones like me call nomed. I do not like to keep to many secrets form the ones who do not know but if you are one of the few who can see the demons you can also. “Summon” them is you say the name of their race; for the good of most secrets must be kept but for the good of the world and the loyalty to a friend and close comrade this story must be told.
-This is a story that I'm doing I hope to get some feed back and mybe some sujestions about it ^^ (It is curently 7 pages long and going fast If you copy this for your own story then you will be punished some how; thank you)