A soft amber sun rose into the crisp autumn morning sky. There are depressing, lifeless, blue and gray clouds looming overhead, and the sun seems to cress the clouds transforming them into a vibrant sea of orange and yellow. I look out into the distance and spot the outline of a great mountain, cloaked in a sea of mist that seems to hover over the hills towards me.
As I lay my hand onto the tree I seem to be beneath, I can feel it’s rouged and course skin against my soft, small tender hand. The crisp autumn breeze seeped all around me, engulfing me in its’ rupturing incense. The leaves dance to the winds soft song all the way to the ground, tapping my cheeks gently urging me to dance with them as they go.
I glance to the trees around me and notice one happens to be different than the rest. It is a dying lifeless life. Willowing, sunless colors seem to surround it, while the others had lifted their leaves to the suns beauty and changed into the colors of the sky.
I glance to the north and great fear fills inside my body. A deep Shadow only told in legends was cast into the sky. Lighting flashes came, the soft breeze turned cold and unfriendly. The high pitched ring of a horn filled my ears, a warning, a sign that the legend was true. The darkness that once ruled this land disappeared, and now returned thirsty for blood and light we have. Before I even have time to think I’m running towards the highest cliff I know. Even though I have small size, I still am quick as if I were an adult. When I finally arrive I move a small bolder no larger than myself, and climb into the tunnel it hides. The wind whistles its cold dark song into the tunnel as I make my way up like a spider on a wall.
I emerge onto the peak of the cliff. The wind was more hateful than before, threatening to throw me off the cliff, thrashing my hair into my face like needles. My hand clenches onto the cliff so the wind does not carry me away, the rocks are jagged and sharp to the touch. My gaze follows the wind onto the men dressed in night cloaks, and ride horses like they are riding the wind. I do not see their eyes, but their horses ride with a dark fiery death stride. They ride towards the mist, my village is hidden beneath. Screams begin to cry out, wolves to the moon, then all is silent. Not even the wind blows….
As I lay my hand onto the tree I seem to be beneath, I can feel it’s rouged and course skin against my soft, small tender hand. The crisp autumn breeze seeped all around me, engulfing me in its’ rupturing incense. The leaves dance to the winds soft song all the way to the ground, tapping my cheeks gently urging me to dance with them as they go.
I glance to the trees around me and notice one happens to be different than the rest. It is a dying lifeless life. Willowing, sunless colors seem to surround it, while the others had lifted their leaves to the suns beauty and changed into the colors of the sky.
I glance to the north and great fear fills inside my body. A deep Shadow only told in legends was cast into the sky. Lighting flashes came, the soft breeze turned cold and unfriendly. The high pitched ring of a horn filled my ears, a warning, a sign that the legend was true. The darkness that once ruled this land disappeared, and now returned thirsty for blood and light we have. Before I even have time to think I’m running towards the highest cliff I know. Even though I have small size, I still am quick as if I were an adult. When I finally arrive I move a small bolder no larger than myself, and climb into the tunnel it hides. The wind whistles its cold dark song into the tunnel as I make my way up like a spider on a wall.
I emerge onto the peak of the cliff. The wind was more hateful than before, threatening to throw me off the cliff, thrashing my hair into my face like needles. My hand clenches onto the cliff so the wind does not carry me away, the rocks are jagged and sharp to the touch. My gaze follows the wind onto the men dressed in night cloaks, and ride horses like they are riding the wind. I do not see their eyes, but their horses ride with a dark fiery death stride. They ride towards the mist, my village is hidden beneath. Screams begin to cry out, wolves to the moon, then all is silent. Not even the wind blows….
(To be continued….)
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Okay, this isn't an rp, I just need coments about what you guys and girls think about this I do have rules/questiong for you to answer though.
1. Rate 1-10 1 - cry 10 - biggrin
2. Changes?
3. What did you like?
4. What didn't you like? (only prolog, will add more as time progresses!)
5. If compleated should I publish?
6. Sujestions?