Okay, this is my first story to submit, so please critque!! 
I am totally new at this!! I hope you enjoy.
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The harsh wind blew all around in the half destroyed city. Almost all the houses were either gone or burnt. Tracks on the road showed where the soldiers marched the day before.
The town looked deserted besides a weathered old man standing in front of one of the only surviving houses. His hat covered his face so that no one from a distance could see it.
The man knocked on the door. No one answered. “I know you are in there, Kristen,” Still no one came to the door. “Will you please drop the planting pot that you are about to hit me with?” Behind him, a pot shattered as it hit the ground. He smiled.
The door was yanked open by a young girl with brown curls. Her green eyes clearly showed confusion. “Who are you?” she asked curiously. “That is not important right now.” The man replied.
The eight-year old girl placed her hands on her hips. “Do you really think I am going to let you in?”
He smiled again. “I knew it,” he said under his breath. Before Kristen could question him, he spoke to her. “Well Kristen, you are special. You have certain powers that most people do not even know exist.” He grinned at her shocked expression. “Hello Kristen, my name is Winthrow. I see great things in you.”
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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” a soldier yelled as he hit the wall. “Move, move, move!” yelled a tall blonde man, who had just hit the soldier. “We’re moving!” yelled an identical looking man. The only difference between the two was that one had a long scar across his face.
They were in the same town that Winthrow had found Kristen in ten years earlier. Her parents had both been killed in a raid the day before. Kristen was hiding in the house until Winthrow found her.
Now she stood on top of a hill, overlooking the scene below. The wind was blowing just as hard as it was ten years ago. Kristen took a deep breath.
“Do you still remember that day?’ she asked. “Yes. Of course I do,” replied a voice behind her. Winthrow walked out of the shadows. “It was the day that changed my life.” She said. “It was the day that changed everyone’s lives.” Winthrow said back. The amused look on her face showed exactly what she felt.
Then, they heard an ear-splitting scream that made them both flinch. She dared not look below her. The demonic scene was barely enough to endure.
“Your majesty,” came the blonde man without the scar, bent down on one knee. “What is it, Roger?” Kristen asked. “And stand up.”
“We believe that attack is almost over.” Roger said standing up. “Good,” she sighed.
“Do you know how many casualties?” Winthrow asked. Kristen shuddered at the thought. “Only two, as far as I know.” “Yes, just two.” Kristen confirmed. “Just two!” Winthrow exclaimed.
“Yes sir.” Roger replied, glancing at Kristen. She flashed warning eyes at him. “But how can that be?” Winthrow asked, bewildered. “I don’t know sir.”
He looked over at Kristen. She was looking away, her hair flying all over the place. “Kristen,” he said softly, with a concerning tone. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”
“Listen Winthrow,” she said facing him, “I have to do what I can to save Lyrria. That is what I have to do. If I am going to be queen, I have to be able to risk my life to save Lyrria.” Her green eyes shone with determination.
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