Umm, I’ve never shared an original story (even if it’s just an idea) before so here goes nothing! Also, I’m not the best at giving these kind of descriptions so feel free to ask me anything if I didn’t make anything clear or whatnot. ^^
“The Tale of the Bloodstained Dog”, a historical fiction story set in 18th century (specifically July 4, 1869 to December 31, 1899). It’s about a collage freshmen in modern day who gets sent back in time and gets mistaken for “Bloodstained Dog”. Without a way back home, the MC must become the “Bloodstained Dog” to survive. Be warned, there is no happy ending for this dog.
This story will be female locked, and for the sake of the story, all the ROs will be male only. I’m so sorry if you don’t like it but it’s how I want to write the story since this is the first time I’m doing something like this and I want it to be a little easy for me.
There will be four romance options, do note that one of them will be the husband of “the dog” (the other MC, of sorts) and there is something about one of the other ROs but I don’t know if I should share it yet.
Also I want to be clear on something, the historical characters will not be real people (they may be based on real people but that’s it) and not everything with match it’s real life counterpart. It may have been oblivious but I thought I’d mention it anyway.
The story with a standalone game/book and will end at about, umm I want to say chapter 30 to 35, since I really can’t see this becoming a series and I don’t want to make it one.
Here’s a teaser, to both get a better idea on how I write and to see if this something you guys want to see more of.
This what you’ll see when you first get into the story, umm minus some choices you guys would have and a few other bits (I can’t show everything, you know).
Summary
December 31, 1899.
It feels as if the world is on fire. The smell of death and iron hang in air. Yet you must stand proud for those who can’t, to stand and fight for those who can’t.
If only your body could listen. Your body aches and your blood is turning cold, seeping onto your armor. Your sight is beginning waver and the world spinning.
“Stand down, dog.” exists out of the lips of Aylin, your soon to be killer. In a way you’re proud of her, you almost thought she didn’t have it in her. Even looking down at you, like you used to do.
Aylin looks at you one last time and starts to turn. Her eyes, those like Erol’s and Ava’s, honest. You swear, the only thing she got from you was the color of them.
Ahh… Why did you reach a hand out for her? She stops in her place and turns slightly but doesn’t face you. Kind of, she can be too honest for her own good at times…
“Aylin… I’m so sorry.” The words just come out. “I know you won’t forgive me but-” Not now, not after everything please…
Like I said, honest. Her eyes widen as tears begin to fall before giving a look of sorrow. “I am as well, mother.”
She tries to move closer but you shake you head, “Go, just go. They need you more then I do.” She looks at you one last time before running off.
Lying down next to tree, you do what you do in moments like these. Look up at the moon.
The moon is as bright as ever, almost like that day 30 years ago. Reaching out a hand, as if to touch it.