Chapter Seven: The Shadow Revealed (Revision)

“How many fear the dark only

to find there is little to fear”

-The Bird-Child Socrates

 

 

 

As the shadowy mist faded away, a foreboding man with charred brittle skin appeared. In the cracks, there glowed what appeared to be red-hot lava. His eyes were like embers as he glared at them. Ayana regained her bearings, Tarnink behind her, sword drawn. A small troop of twisted men circled them.

Ayana found herself faced with this monstrosity. His eyes glowed so hot that his stare burned into her. He was blind, yet Ayana felt he could sense her that he was looking at her.

The scar he had on his left eye glowed the brightest red and cut deeper than the other red cracks of his flesh. Strapped to his right side he carried a sword, and in his right hand a long spear. His long feathery black hair blended in with the darkness of the forest. He wore a battered Spartan styled armor without a helmet or a shield. His tattered maroon cape draped his shoulders. His body alone seemed like a stone as if the charred skin was protection enough.

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Chapter Two: A Fight and a Choice Rough Draft

Chapter Two: A Fight and a Choice Rough Draft

By Damien Knight “Protect her with your lives. Guard this offspring of the Moon. She is my light and I will be in her shadow.” –Arajuan’s command. The march had taken over a month, where before all was covered in snow now patches of flowers peaked from the ground. The capital was to the north-west of Lenagard, the land of the elves. Behind Arajuan left a trail of destruction. They had avoided the…

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Chapter Two: A Fight and a Choice Rough Draft

By Damien Knight

“Protect her with
your lives. Guard
this offspring
of the Moon.
She is my light and
I will be in her shadow.”
–Arajuan’s command.

The march had taken over a month, where before all was covered in snow now patches of flowers peaked from the ground. The capital was to the north-west of Lenagard, the land of the elves. Behind Arajuan left a trail of destruction. They had avoided the cities, but the forests were covered in blood rain that mixed with the melting winter snow. The icy wet drips fell off the trees and clawed down Arajuan’s back causing him to shudder from the cold.

The unit was close now; a stench of dragons wafted on the wind. Arajuan was one of the few who could distinguish dragon blood that made him invaluable to the emperor. Continue reading