Okay so I'm currently writing a story where it starts out at the hero's perspective and he's fighting the evil guy, but as the book progresses you'll realize that the hero, (who's basically narrating everything) is actually the villian and the villian is actually the hero. I've only started today so here's what I have so far.
Imagine the earth crumbling, volcanoes erupting, thunder continually booming. Imagine the noise it would make. So loud, you fear you will go deaf. That’s how it sounds as the great Storm dragon opens his mouth, showing his impossibly sharp teeth, and roars in front of me. I hold my ground, although the wind from his breath reeks and blows at me. I take a deep breath, clear my chest, and swallow the lump in my throat. “Leave this land immediately!” I warn him, “Or die here and now!” The dragon laughs, holding his stomach. I turn to my team, everyone I’ve helped, who owed me a favor. I yell in confidence, “You’ve made your choice! We will defeat you!” The dragon lights up his mouth, about to launch a lightning ball at us. I signal the water pixies and they hover in front of the dragon, awaiting my command. Just before the dragon launches the lightning, I give the command. “Now!” The water pixies spray water into the dragon’s mouth, choking him. I yell in victory, glad we defeated another enemy. No one can defeat me.
I think proudly to myself. Then an eerie feeling creeps around me and I remember No one except the Dark King…
He doesn’t call himself the Dark King, but everyone else does, because all he did was evil. I turn to the village I had just saved from a curse. Everyone cheers happily. I smile and say, “There’s no need to thank me, just another beast defeated.” They continue cheering, but louder. I sigh and head home.
(Please tell me what you think :3)
"We're colored people and they call us the human race."
"There's something deep inside that keeps my faith alive."