On this page is a sample of my creative writing.

Hellion.

She stood there, in front of the whole arena, full of people, no less than ten thousand, all shouting her name - Hellion! Hellion! At least it was the only name they knew her by. Her real name was Helen Cordreen and she was the daughter of a rich nobleman. She liked the idea of all these people drooling over her perfect figure, her supple thighs, and her firm breasts. They had no idea that she was the daughter of one of the people they bowed to if they saw him the street. In her hand was a short black sword. She didn’t know what it was made of but it was light and strong, it could cut through flesh and bone like paper. A teacher of hers had given her it when she was very young. In the other hand was a small round golden coloured shield, which had been taken from a dead bandit when she was 12. Hellion remembered she had been travelling from her father's house to their summer residence when her carriage had been attacked. Her guards had been too well trained though, and the bandits had all being killed, she had taken this shield from a small boy before anyone could see it and hidden it. She had no idea what the shield was made of either but it was also very light and strong. So strong in fact that it could turn blows that even the great steel kite shields of the city guard could not. In front of her stood her opponent, a monster of a man a full 2 metres tall. He wore patches of armour on his large torso. Undoubtedly taken from the people he had killed, as it was all mismatched. In his hand he carried a large two-handed sword. He was very pale skinned. The town, Sentinel, was on the edge of a large desert and the sun was fierce. Several parts of his skin were red where he had burnt in the sun. His hair was blond and he wore it in long thick braids. The gong sounded and he charged at her, she waited, as he got closer and closer. Then he brought down his sword with tremendous force but Hellion just stepped to the left and spun her blade slicing the tendon in the back of his left leg. The giant collapsed to his knees and she hit him in the face with a spinning kick, he fell back and blood spurted out of his mouth. Now the crowd was chanting her name louder and louder HELLION. HELLION, HELLION!!! She backed off, allowing the man to stand on his remaining good leg. The art of a good fight was not to make it too quick, he staggered towards her using his sword like a stick dragging his bad leg. As he drew near he swung his great sword at her she ducked, bringing her own blade up and sliced his hand off still holding his sword. He dropped to his knees once more, unable to hold his own weight, the crowd were chanting fiercer than ever and wanted to see the kill. She came up behind him and grabbing his head pulled it back revealing his throat, she drew the short blade across it and let go, he fell to the floor motionless, his life blood pouring from his throat. The crowd went berserk and screamed and chanted her name louder and louder.