The story with no name... and still in progress
Began writing this one in the middle of the night and alot of parts are still left to be written inbetween everything that you will read. <3 enjoy
Screams
resounded in a once peaceful village; someone had awoken a beast never meant to
exist in this world. In a fiery rage it destroyed whatever that showed a sign
of life… down to the last child.
Black smoke
was rising from every building and alleyways were filled with burned corpses of
the villagers who once lived there. Stone structures had been smashed into
pieces along with the people residing inside them. It was recklessly tossing
its paws around in the air for prey.
With one of
the beast’s poisonous claws in his stomach a young man cried out in a despairing
voice. His consciousness began to fade as the poison rushes through his veins. Helplessly
it was crushing the body of this young man who had a whole life ahead of
himself and with a fate yet to be revealed. The beast threw away the corpse as
if it was a thin weightless leaf and left a path of destruction behind. The
beast was horned like a bull and had taken the shape of a rabid wolf, but its sheer
bodily size was greater than most manmade machines and constructions. Eyes
gleaming like torches in the darkest cave it pierced and carved fear around
itself. This creature later came to be named a fiend, one of the servants of
the madness that had begun to awake in this corrupted world.
His fate
was calling from deep within… the man who was supposed to be dead. Awoke from a
certain death in such a way that even the goddess of this land couldn’t predict.
The corpse the beast had thrown away was still breathing, gasping for the
essence of life. His name was Luéi, son of a master blacksmith, deeply rooted
into the Elven kin… a forbidden relation between man and a magical being. He
was one of the only survivors among another young man who had taken shelter in
a cave just outside the village’s protective granite walls.
A journey
of exile and discovery was set upon these two young men with a quest so secret that
even the king wouldn’t hear a bird whispering about it.
“The sun was slowly rising behind the hills of dawn as two
young men in tranquility walk down the narrow paths of a mesmerizing town
square. Here plants and rare trees drowsily grow beside the ever elegant highly
set waterfalls. Just one time I heard of a dreamscape just like this. It
existed in the stories told by my late father and that fair place was called Leavena,
the capital of Elves.”
Dreamily
Luéi gazed the beautiful landscape around him. Why did I ever regret leaving my
hometown? To see and experience something like this is worth more than anything
I could ever have dreamt of. He thought for himself. As he leapt deeper into his
imagination Teil placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Luéi are
you lost in thought again” he said and laughed. Luéi lifted his head and looked
at the man he had shared his childhood with. Teil, the son of the council head
in the small town they came from, was a chipper and loved creature. Unlike
Luéi, who hardly ever took his eyes of the storybooks in his study, Teil was a
young man with a passion of weapons and adventure. Once he gets Luéi out of his
study they usually end up in trouble. One time they snuck out of the town
roaming around in the nature around them until dusk.
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