"The Lightless" Prologue

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 This is the start of my novel "The Lightless" Let me know what you think. =) (P.S I am going to post a it in chapters as I go, possibly every day but it might not be that often).

Prologue

            Warm heavy rain blurred the landscape. Abby pulled the collar of her raincoat up around her neck and drew up her knees to her chest. From the shelter of the large tree above her she could still see her destination. She checked her watch for the tenth time and pursed her lips.       "Better go" she said with a deep sigh. Despite all her courage coming this far she could feel her heart beating rapidly. She shook her head and chided herself mentally. Now was not the time to back down so she started to rise. Before she stood, however, she looked down at her hand. A small light blue ring twisted itself around her finger in a simple yet intricate way. She sighed again, shaking her head.
            "I can't believe I am doing this," she said aloud. Then she slipped the ring off and let it fall to the ground beneath her. Even though it was gone her finger still felt its presents like an unforgiving guilt grasping at her conscience. She stood and pushed aside the thick underbrush of the forest.  Through the grayish lens created by the thick moisture she could see the dim light of the dimension glass glowing in the distance. Suddenly a sharp swishing sound caused her to jump. Before she could completely focus her eyes two men blocked her view.
            "Going somewhere?" one said calmly. Abby felt her heart sink like the fast falling rain around her but she bit her lower lip and straightened her posture. Both men stared at her with unrelenting eyes.
            "That's the most rhetorical questions I have ever been asked," Abby replied dryly.  Both men stiffened slightly.
            "His majesty requests that you return immediately miss Park," the spokesmen said, "and you know why." Abby could hear the tension in her opponent's voice but she forced herself to be calm. She took a step forward, tilted her head, and blinked her blue eyes. Normally her short blond hair would have slid gracefully across her shoulders but the rain held it fast in place.
            "What were his exact orders to you Jack? I mean word for word."
            "Bring her back-"
            "Bring her back," Abby repeated, her voice waving over the words. "He clearly didn't specify when did he Jack?" As she spoke she walked toward the two muscular men.  Then, with her last words, she dove unexpectedly to one side and ran past the human shield before her. She could vaguely hear their shouts of anger as she dove into a patch of glowing light behind them. She felt a swift jerking sensation then complete stillness and total black engulfed her.

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