Ok,
Starlight, starbright,
These characters, I don't own, right?
But I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Borrow them for my fics tonight.
~Shin-chan (NOBODY STEAL THIS! IT'S *MINE*!!!)
^_^ Read and Review, people!!
Feel free to criticize any wrong gramar and speeling. ^_^ eheheh...
Tales of Destiny
PROLOGUE- Blood Red
Pillars of red light billowed out from the depths of nowhere. Darkness engulfed every corner untouched by the brightness, raising shadows from their sleep and creeping over the ruins of a perishing town. The overwhelming stench of blood filled the thick air. The streets were littered with the dead and the dying; littered with those who had nothing to offer the approaching night but the sounds of eternal silence.
***
Across the horizon, a figure stood upon a peak of mountain, studying his surroundings, yet still focused on the deteriorating village. A cape was spread behind him like pitch-black wings that matched the mysterious twinkle in his eye. His lips curved upwards in a small smile, and his right hand reached up to touch the symbol on the staff his left hand was clutching. Slender fingers slid down the stave until they stopped at its middle. Suddenly, the sign glowed a light shade of blue, and he snapped his elbow back, catching hold of his cloak's edge. His mouth moved, murmuring something inaudible. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the cloth had engulfed him; and in a flash, he was gone.
There was no trace of his presence ever being there, except for the lingering words that still hung in the atmosphere, "It has begun…"
Starlight, starbright,
These characters, I don't own, right?
But I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Borrow them for my fics tonight.
~Shin-chan (NOBODY STEAL THIS! IT'S *MINE*!!!)
^_^ Read and Review, people!!
Feel free to criticize any wrong gramar and speeling. ^_^ eheheh...
Tales of Destiny
PROLOGUE- Blood Red
Pillars of red light billowed out from the depths of nowhere. Darkness engulfed every corner untouched by the brightness, raising shadows from their sleep and creeping over the ruins of a perishing town. The overwhelming stench of blood filled the thick air. The streets were littered with the dead and the dying; littered with those who had nothing to offer the approaching night but the sounds of eternal silence.
***
Across the horizon, a figure stood upon a peak of mountain, studying his surroundings, yet still focused on the deteriorating village. A cape was spread behind him like pitch-black wings that matched the mysterious twinkle in his eye. His lips curved upwards in a small smile, and his right hand reached up to touch the symbol on the staff his left hand was clutching. Slender fingers slid down the stave until they stopped at its middle. Suddenly, the sign glowed a light shade of blue, and he snapped his elbow back, catching hold of his cloak's edge. His mouth moved, murmuring something inaudible. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the cloth had engulfed him; and in a flash, he was gone.
There was no trace of his presence ever being there, except for the lingering words that still hung in the atmosphere, "It has begun…"
