A GAME OF FABRICATION
Synopsis: A world that has been altered with pain and destruction comes to life once more for Garry and Ib as they stumble across Guertena for one last time.
Author's Note: As soon as I played this game, I fell in love with both Garry and Ib and had, forever since, been contemplating whether or not to write a story. But here I am, at my first attempt! Hopefully it turns out alright, I've been dying to publish something! This will be the only author's note (unless absolutely necessary) so enjoy and review! :)
Prologue
Steeped in shadow, darkness echoed and folded inside itself until sunlight was absorbed completely and the trees, large mammoths of green foliage bunched over, bent and stopped, pouring more exhaunerating shadows across the hallows of what used to be the most prestigious house in all the lands.
Dead trees with branches, long and spindly, waved in the air; the bark flaked off in spots, diseased with a forging moss that stewed for years and ate its way into the tree's innards, killing from the inside out. Brown crispy leaves littered the yard and danced grimly on light feet, smelling of fungus and autumnal-moisture, waiting for a sunlight to dry up its ravaged and rotted being.
Inside, the somber portraits stared intensely from behind the layers of dust, superficially harsh within the shadows. The drapery, tattered and frayed, rustle with the eerie breeze from the crackled window. But within the heart of the foundation, stood a man, tall and weak, bony and old, grinning a grin so horrid that throughout the night breeze, his sickeningly cheerful voice echoes throughout the night sky.
He says,
"It's time."
And that's it until I finish the first chapter! Sound interesting? Review please!