Post by Patryas on Feb 24, 2005 19:21:25 GMT -5
As a dark figure approached the glade, the sun seemed to shy from the sky, leaving darkness. The sounds of the animals quickly died out. Birds rushed from trees to escape the threat.
In a blur a black-gloved hand snatched one the birds out of the air and squeezed. The sound of crunching bone and sinew echoed in the Glade, it's blood spilling into the waterfall, while the dark figure chanted some evil and foul spell.
Slowly the waters of the Glade turned a blood red. Every now and then a dead fish would float to the surface.
The sun was blocked out by pitch black clouds. The leaves and grasses and trees seemed to decay before your very eyes. The many butterflies simply fell to the earth, dead.
Patryas bent down next to the water and dipped a goblet in the blood. He brought the cup to lips and drank. As he lowered the goblet, his eyes glowed their deep red, and an evil smile came to his lips.
A rumble could be heard originating from the bowels of Patryas himself. In an almost demonic voice, he spoke.
"I HAVE COME." The ground seemed to shake as he spoke. He let the mangled bird fall from his hand, and he made a cut into his arm with his dagger and let his blood defile the ground.
As he walked away, he quietly laughed.
In a blur a black-gloved hand snatched one the birds out of the air and squeezed. The sound of crunching bone and sinew echoed in the Glade, it's blood spilling into the waterfall, while the dark figure chanted some evil and foul spell.
Slowly the waters of the Glade turned a blood red. Every now and then a dead fish would float to the surface.
The sun was blocked out by pitch black clouds. The leaves and grasses and trees seemed to decay before your very eyes. The many butterflies simply fell to the earth, dead.
Patryas bent down next to the water and dipped a goblet in the blood. He brought the cup to lips and drank. As he lowered the goblet, his eyes glowed their deep red, and an evil smile came to his lips.
A rumble could be heard originating from the bowels of Patryas himself. In an almost demonic voice, he spoke.
"I HAVE COME." The ground seemed to shake as he spoke. He let the mangled bird fall from his hand, and he made a cut into his arm with his dagger and let his blood defile the ground.
As he walked away, he quietly laughed.