Post by Zephyr Strife on Dec 27, 2010 8:40:06 GMT -5
Yeah, so I decided to post something. But I really only one your opinion on the story idea. This is a dream sequence from something I wrote years ago and never finished. So... Yeah.... If you critique (and I'm really hoping you don't feel the need to) go easy on me. I don't take harsh critics well....
Innocent green eyes watched, their owner unknown, only there to see what was going to happen in this scene laid out before them. There was confusion within them, giving away that they hadn’t expected to be here, not right now. Where was this, even? They watched with more interest as the vision began to clear, showing something they’d never seen before, their owner only heard about.
It was a cool, windless night, with a moon that cast its soft, blue light on everything. It stretched its glowing fingers of light into a tall window, where a precious being lay asleep. A slight wind picked up outside the window, making the trees in the garden outside sway, gently. But something strange began to happen as the wind picked up, and then suddenly, all disappeared. This, however, didn’t catch anyone’s attention within the walls of the castle, so no one became worried.
Outside, covered in the full moon’s light, the winged wolf gargoyles that ‘protected’ the castle saw the danger that had landed on the roof, and their eyes seemed to watch as the dark thing worked its way towards the one statue, set away from the others and only placed upon the roof to uphold the ancient stories, that had dark intents in its heart. The gargoyle named Gresh, who, in ancient times, betrayed his brother and killed him out of jealousy, watched as the shady person stopped near his shadow and began to speak.
“I know you can tell me how to get into this castle,” the being whispered, the deep voice and dangerous tone giving away that this man had dark intents, “And I want you to give me this information in exchange for your freedom from this place.”
The gargoyle thought for a moment, his eyes glinting even in the dark shadows he’d been placed in. Silence surrounded both the wolf gargoyle and the dark man, but a smile crossed the threatening intruder’s face, and he lowered his hand to touch the gargoyle’s head. Where the fingers touched, a crack grew, and it shattered around the rock figure until it looked like an egg that someone had cracked against something. Some of the other gargoyles became aware of an even worse danger as their sharp ears caught the sound of a small burst of power and their hard, rock bodies felt the pieces of something hit their backs. Though they could not see, they knew that he had been released.
In the shadows of one of the tallest towers in the castle, the winged wolf stepped forward and lifted his muzzle into a mighty howl that echoed throughout the entire land and even across the sea. He stretched his paws forward, and flicked his tail, and finally, shook the dark mass of pitch black fur that covered his body, shaking away dust from his freeing explosion. The wolf turned his new gaze to the shadowy man, blinked his vengeful, amber-brown eyes, and nodded his strong head. Then, without another sound, he opened the dragon-like wings that sprouted from his back and leapt upwards, flapping with ancient, unused muscles, and taking off across the dark sky. This was the first that he had been able to fly like this since the beginning of the world. Reborn, he could now continue what he’d left so many centuries before.
The dark dot that was Gresh the Exile disappeared into the horizon.
The man cackled, his dark eyes hidden in shadow as he whipped his cloak around him and disappeared as fast as he’d appeared at first. Without a word, he moved to the garden, the enormous swath of trees, flowers and plants that was located near the castle nursery. This, he knew, was where the young prince and his mother, the Queen, often sat in the sunshine and played. With a grimace, he trudged through the closed flowers, most of them wilting at his horrible touch, and made way up the stairs to where two guards stood.
As he appeared, the guards, both wielding spears, stepped forward, preparing to release the alarm call of trespass. However, their chance never came, for within a second, the man had made his way to their sides and killed them both without blood or sound. He walked on, into the brightly lit hallway of the castle, his body hidden well within the folds of his dark cover, nothing but his eyes, those deep crimson eyes that had the power of the darkness, visible.
Left and right, people fell, dead before they hit the ground. There was no mercy in the soul of the cloaked man. Plants withered in their decorative pots and the walls seemed to dim with age and grime. The candles were all blown out as he walked by, leaving the hall behind him in utter dark, with only a sickening glow to light the way. He knew exactly where he wanted to be and as he made his way up the staircases, towards the end of the hall where two pairs of large, wooden doors stood, his eyes seemed to glint with malice.
The guards that stood in front of the doors to the left fell like all the rest in the castle and the hallway was finally plunged into pitch black shadow. The gross glow filled the entire passage as the sinister fingers of the man pushed open the doors to the one room in the castle that held weakness for the entire kingdom: the nursery of the firstborn Prince.
The cloaked figure pulled himself inside, closing the doors behind him with pure silence. There was no sound in this room now, not after he’d entered. The moon was the only one that bore witness to his dark face as the hood was pulled back to show it.
This horrid man had a thin face, drawn back as if it were dry and held no water. His crimson red eyes looked even more terrifying with the dark strands of his stray hair draped in front of them. His black hair, the color of the deepest pits of hell, was nearly the length of his shoulders, covering his slanted and slightly pointed ears with its locks. His mouth, which had cracked an evil smirk, held pointed teeth, ones that looked as if they could bite through stone.
Avoiding any contact with the moonlight spread across the floor, the beast of a man worked his way towards the crib that sat against the far wall. Within the plush blankets and soft, silky toys lay a baby, sleeping peacefully in the late night. The man’s smirk widened and he pulled his hand from beneath the black cloak that was wrapped around his body. His grip held a sharp blade, the length of a grown mans forearm and curved just enough to give it a dangerous glint. The moonlight bounced off the metal knife as it was lifted into the air above the baby.
As if to make the monster’s dark heart swell with evil glee, the baby opened his eyes and looked up with that green gaze that the thing that was about to take away his life. The Prince lifted his tiny hands, grasping with the want to be held. Instead, and with a laugh, the man swung down with all his might, the blade slicing the air. It plunged towards the baby boy’s chest.
Innocent green eyes watched, their owner unknown, only there to see what was going to happen in this scene laid out before them. There was confusion within them, giving away that they hadn’t expected to be here, not right now. Where was this, even? They watched with more interest as the vision began to clear, showing something they’d never seen before, their owner only heard about.
It was a cool, windless night, with a moon that cast its soft, blue light on everything. It stretched its glowing fingers of light into a tall window, where a precious being lay asleep. A slight wind picked up outside the window, making the trees in the garden outside sway, gently. But something strange began to happen as the wind picked up, and then suddenly, all disappeared. This, however, didn’t catch anyone’s attention within the walls of the castle, so no one became worried.
Outside, covered in the full moon’s light, the winged wolf gargoyles that ‘protected’ the castle saw the danger that had landed on the roof, and their eyes seemed to watch as the dark thing worked its way towards the one statue, set away from the others and only placed upon the roof to uphold the ancient stories, that had dark intents in its heart. The gargoyle named Gresh, who, in ancient times, betrayed his brother and killed him out of jealousy, watched as the shady person stopped near his shadow and began to speak.
“I know you can tell me how to get into this castle,” the being whispered, the deep voice and dangerous tone giving away that this man had dark intents, “And I want you to give me this information in exchange for your freedom from this place.”
The gargoyle thought for a moment, his eyes glinting even in the dark shadows he’d been placed in. Silence surrounded both the wolf gargoyle and the dark man, but a smile crossed the threatening intruder’s face, and he lowered his hand to touch the gargoyle’s head. Where the fingers touched, a crack grew, and it shattered around the rock figure until it looked like an egg that someone had cracked against something. Some of the other gargoyles became aware of an even worse danger as their sharp ears caught the sound of a small burst of power and their hard, rock bodies felt the pieces of something hit their backs. Though they could not see, they knew that he had been released.
In the shadows of one of the tallest towers in the castle, the winged wolf stepped forward and lifted his muzzle into a mighty howl that echoed throughout the entire land and even across the sea. He stretched his paws forward, and flicked his tail, and finally, shook the dark mass of pitch black fur that covered his body, shaking away dust from his freeing explosion. The wolf turned his new gaze to the shadowy man, blinked his vengeful, amber-brown eyes, and nodded his strong head. Then, without another sound, he opened the dragon-like wings that sprouted from his back and leapt upwards, flapping with ancient, unused muscles, and taking off across the dark sky. This was the first that he had been able to fly like this since the beginning of the world. Reborn, he could now continue what he’d left so many centuries before.
The dark dot that was Gresh the Exile disappeared into the horizon.
The man cackled, his dark eyes hidden in shadow as he whipped his cloak around him and disappeared as fast as he’d appeared at first. Without a word, he moved to the garden, the enormous swath of trees, flowers and plants that was located near the castle nursery. This, he knew, was where the young prince and his mother, the Queen, often sat in the sunshine and played. With a grimace, he trudged through the closed flowers, most of them wilting at his horrible touch, and made way up the stairs to where two guards stood.
As he appeared, the guards, both wielding spears, stepped forward, preparing to release the alarm call of trespass. However, their chance never came, for within a second, the man had made his way to their sides and killed them both without blood or sound. He walked on, into the brightly lit hallway of the castle, his body hidden well within the folds of his dark cover, nothing but his eyes, those deep crimson eyes that had the power of the darkness, visible.
Left and right, people fell, dead before they hit the ground. There was no mercy in the soul of the cloaked man. Plants withered in their decorative pots and the walls seemed to dim with age and grime. The candles were all blown out as he walked by, leaving the hall behind him in utter dark, with only a sickening glow to light the way. He knew exactly where he wanted to be and as he made his way up the staircases, towards the end of the hall where two pairs of large, wooden doors stood, his eyes seemed to glint with malice.
The guards that stood in front of the doors to the left fell like all the rest in the castle and the hallway was finally plunged into pitch black shadow. The gross glow filled the entire passage as the sinister fingers of the man pushed open the doors to the one room in the castle that held weakness for the entire kingdom: the nursery of the firstborn Prince.
The cloaked figure pulled himself inside, closing the doors behind him with pure silence. There was no sound in this room now, not after he’d entered. The moon was the only one that bore witness to his dark face as the hood was pulled back to show it.
This horrid man had a thin face, drawn back as if it were dry and held no water. His crimson red eyes looked even more terrifying with the dark strands of his stray hair draped in front of them. His black hair, the color of the deepest pits of hell, was nearly the length of his shoulders, covering his slanted and slightly pointed ears with its locks. His mouth, which had cracked an evil smirk, held pointed teeth, ones that looked as if they could bite through stone.
Avoiding any contact with the moonlight spread across the floor, the beast of a man worked his way towards the crib that sat against the far wall. Within the plush blankets and soft, silky toys lay a baby, sleeping peacefully in the late night. The man’s smirk widened and he pulled his hand from beneath the black cloak that was wrapped around his body. His grip held a sharp blade, the length of a grown mans forearm and curved just enough to give it a dangerous glint. The moonlight bounced off the metal knife as it was lifted into the air above the baby.
As if to make the monster’s dark heart swell with evil glee, the baby opened his eyes and looked up with that green gaze that the thing that was about to take away his life. The Prince lifted his tiny hands, grasping with the want to be held. Instead, and with a laugh, the man swung down with all his might, the blade slicing the air. It plunged towards the baby boy’s chest.