Nocturnal Insight
By DragonTeenager
The Slayers Vault- http://www.purple-gizmo.com/zelink14/
Prologue
The sky shone a brilliant hue as the sun surrendered his throne to the moon. As the birds mourned for the sun and several beasts prepared for slumber, the creatures of the night awakened, preparing for the coming of the moon.
A gentle breeze stirred the trees, loosing the shadows from their desolate bondage. They drifted from the foliage of the forest out behind the trees from which they were released, behind the rocks, and about the reeds as the sun completed it's round in the sky.
Once the moon was visible in the sun's throne over the horizon, it was apparent that nighttime had begun.
Off in the distance among the night-darkened forest upon a high ledge stood a mysterious figure. The breeze swished his dark cloak to and fro as it proceeded on it's never ending journey about the earth. His wind-tossed hood cast a shadow over his face, concealing his eyes and whatever trace of emotion that could've been seen. His weary, yet unwavering, eyes scanned along the horizon, as if he were searching for something . . .
. . . as if he were waiting for something . . .
The breeze continued to rush by as the vague, pitiful form of the man stood, ever vigilant, upon the rock.
Off in the distance, a tiny bonfire flickered in a clearing among the forest.
The cloaked figures' eyes glinted.
By DragonTeenager
The Slayers Vault- http://www.purple-gizmo.com/zelink14/
Prologue
The sky shone a brilliant hue as the sun surrendered his throne to the moon. As the birds mourned for the sun and several beasts prepared for slumber, the creatures of the night awakened, preparing for the coming of the moon.
A gentle breeze stirred the trees, loosing the shadows from their desolate bondage. They drifted from the foliage of the forest out behind the trees from which they were released, behind the rocks, and about the reeds as the sun completed it's round in the sky.
Once the moon was visible in the sun's throne over the horizon, it was apparent that nighttime had begun.
Off in the distance among the night-darkened forest upon a high ledge stood a mysterious figure. The breeze swished his dark cloak to and fro as it proceeded on it's never ending journey about the earth. His wind-tossed hood cast a shadow over his face, concealing his eyes and whatever trace of emotion that could've been seen. His weary, yet unwavering, eyes scanned along the horizon, as if he were searching for something . . .
. . . as if he were waiting for something . . .
The breeze continued to rush by as the vague, pitiful form of the man stood, ever vigilant, upon the rock.
Off in the distance, a tiny bonfire flickered in a clearing among the forest.
The cloaked figures' eyes glinted.