Smoofy's book!

Prologue
Our world, Orana, is different to any other, our souls are not contained inside our bodies, as we grow, our souls grow and take form with us, what they will be is up to us and how we act, and who we are. Our souls are connected to us. They feel the emotions we feel. They feel our pain, our joy, our pride. Humans and their Souls are so connected, that if the human dies, the soul does too, but if the soul dies, the human survives, but loses almost all emotions and becomes an empty shell, a fate worse than death. A Soul can communicate with it’s human through telepathy, but the further away a human and their Soul is, the weaker the strength of communication. The Human can too communicate with their Soul by transmitting it’s thought. The soul can be anything, from an animal to a musical instrument. A soul isn’t just there for nothing. They can enhance the body and mind of a human, depending on how strong their bond with the Soul is. The soul may enhance reflexes, running speed, jump height, amount of impact applicable by the body before serious injuries occur, muscle strength and much more. Depending on what the soul is also changes what is increased and maybe even decreased as well.

Chapter one.
It was a very warm day in the small village of Hiack. This made the ground very dry. The sand and dust that lay on the ground was so hot that none dared walk in barefoot. Small buildings made from brick lined the streets and children played in the many streets and alleyways. The Market was full of people selling their wares trying to earn enough money to support their family. A small family of two arrived in on a small cart pulled in by a lone horse. All that was on the cart was about three wooden boxes, tied down to ensure they wouldn’t escape, and a young boy and his mother. The two had been travelling for a week since another Firestorm hit their old village, killing almost everyone, including the boy’s Father and younger sister, aged four. They stopped outside a crumbling house, where a plump man wearing a snazzy suit stood outside, beaming at boy and his mother. The mother clambered off the cart and handed the plump man five silver coins, leaving them with just two bronze coins. The man’s smile grew even wider
“Pleasure doing business with you” he said, his voice was gritty and over confident.
He shook the woman’s hand and waddled off. The woman frowned and looked down at her feet. She didn’t want this to happen. She took one look at the building and knew it was unsuitable. The bricks were cracked, one window at the front was smashed and another was boarded up. Creaky wooden planks with a simple door knob bolted onto to it acted as the door, hanging from just one hinge.
“What a dump.” The boy said, jumping off the cart with his purple, jagged guitar strapped to his back. “We really got to live here?” He asked.
“Yes Seni…We do.” His mother sighed. “Be a good boy and carry the crates in will you? Then go see if there are any jobs you can do to earn us some money, poor Relick and I had our legs burnt in the firestorm, I should be able to still walk, but not so well so we’ll be given a small disability living allowance, but it won’t be enough.”
Relick was Seni’s mother’s soul, who was a cat. Seni’s mother was called Weileen. Relick pulled herself up and poked her head out of Weileen’s jacket.
“We are really going to stay here?” Relick asked.
“Yes dear, I’m afraid so, just until we can get back on our feet.” She smiled at Relick.
She walked inside the house and it was a dump. A single room that had three slightly raised beds with a pillow and quilt. A fruit basket lay on a small table which was empty. Two chairs and a small dining table laid in the centre of the room. A sink and a counter were at one side of the room there was a toilet behind a door that was just about ready to fall off. Seni had just finished carrying in the boxes.
“Eurgh.” He said, grimacing at the room. Hopefully it’ll look better once everything is unpacked. You want me to do that?”
“No thank you, you go look for a job, but be back by six, dinner will be ready then.”
“Mmk, See ya Mother!” Seni yelled, running out the front door.
Seni slowly closed the front door, as not to smash it to pieces. He turned around and looked at his surroundings. This was certainly the poor district. Every house looked just like Seni’s, some even worse. There were small alleyways with kids wearing raggy clothes playing in them. Not one had soul. Seni took a couple of steps towards the closest alleyway and peered inside, his guitar still strapped to his back. There was four or five children kicking a flat ball at each other. One of the children stopped and pointed at Seni. His hair was matted and dirty, and his face was covered in dirt.
“Soulder!” He yelled at Seni, spotting his guitar.
All the children in the alleyway stopped and stared at Seni.
“Uhhh… Hi?” Seni said, not knowing what a “Soulder” was.
“GET ‘IM!!” Another boy yelled picking up a rock and throwing it at Seni. He blocked it with his fist.
“Uhhh…Dea? What now?” He said to his Guitar with his mind.
“The smartest thing to do in this situation would be to run! As if you had to ask me!” Dea replied sarcastically.
“Haha. I’m screaming with laughter” Seni replied with an annoyed tone as he scrambled away from the children. Further and further he ran, not knowing where he would end up. Soon he lost sight of the children, and stopped. He stood in the middle of a very long, dusty street. Market stalls lined all the way down the street. People were selling many wares. Fruits, Vegetables, clocks, animals, even weapons. Seni wandered down the street, one of these stalls were bound to hire him. A saw a rather portly man waving a cracked hourglass in front of a woman’s face, yelling at her and going red at the face. The woman seemed rather displeased.

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I like it. it's very good but to make it more immersive try to describe the surroundings better. are the houses arab in design? are the stalls elaborate or very simple? try to improve on description. although very good in all

Alright I'll do that, thanks for the contrustive critism