This is my first story since I left the fanfiction group,
Few were talking the silent breathing was starting to get to Twille as she stared at the thin floating screen in front of her. It had to have been at least a minute since her breathe last drew, the horrible pain in her lungs. Yet the display in front of her was worse, with the words "Alert, Alert all hunters to the principle imediatlly state of panic is in power" slowly revolving around the top and bottom corners of her screen. The merories she just attained she already wished she hadn't the mass explosion and violent slaughter of so many people.
It started out as an interview with a Hunter on ragol with hundreds(at least) attending. When a crack in the ground formed and ripped straight up when the screen turned to three colors,red,orange, and yellow the colors of an fiery explosion. When the screens came back there was a giant head sticking out of the ground similar to a dragon's head from some fable. The head breathed fire and ripped apart so many people,Defensless people. It was so unbearable to watch, yet they gathered to celebrate the desturction of all hostile animals on Ragol... What had happened??
End of chap 1



If I may suggest though, it might help if you reread what you write. It seems a little hard to understand in parts.


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