Silver Dragon: We have a new idea.
Devil's Wyrm: We want to try our hand at angst.
SilverD: If it doesn't catch, we won't really work on it much.
DWyrm: But if it does…
SilverD: Take a look and tell us what you think.
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The BrandCh.1: Threatening Light
Cold. It seeped into every cell of my body. I was wet. My simple shelter of Wal-Mart bags and cardboard had not kept the past rain off me. Now my sparse clothing was damp, and the sun was setting. That meant more cold, maybe even wind. Oh, please dear god, do not let there be wind. I curl up, my knees up to my chin, and try to sleep. I woke up, shivering, my breath making puffs of steam in the dim light from the street lamp at the mouth of my alley. It was now to cold to sleep, trying could prove fatal. I step out into the inky night. The rain had left its mark, puddles of frozen water and an overcast sky. At least there's no moon. I lean up against one of the alley walls, still warm from the day; my teeth clatter from the cold. Maybe I should go back… No, I cannot go back. Freezing to death is better than that place. A bitter wind blows through the alley, burning my exposed flesh. I shudder at its icy touch. Craning my neck back, I stare at the barely visible shifting clouds. For a second, a star peeks through the misty veil, then another, then another. Soon, I realize that the clouds are dissipating on the damned arctic winds. I turn to run back to my shelter, but slip on a frozen rain puddle. Landing hard on my back, I can see the full moon peering over the building. The silver light burns my eyes; I cover them with my hands only to find my right hand burst suddenly into pain. I uncover my eyes just long enough to catch a glimpse of the Eye, burning with a white fire, on the back of my right hand. In that brief moment when my sight was freed, the moonlight flooded back into my vision as my mind fell into shadow.
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I jolt awake in an unfamiliar alley. I am soaked to the skin. A strange coppery smell fills the air. Glancing up, I find the sky a pale shade of violet. Morning had arrived. A small mass lies in the middle of a murky puddle near me. The dark liquid is all over me, saturating my rags, clinging to my hair and skin. I run leaving a trail of wet footprints as the sun peaks over the rooftops.
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SilverD: So, how'd you like?
DWyrm: Confusing, is it not?
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