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Bolts of lightning struck the ground outside as bright flashes flickered across the empty room. It was dark. The dank smell of mold and rust circled around the old attic as cobwebs hung from the splintered ceiling. Spiders and other types of dangerous insects crept among the shadows of old paintings and relics, the loud thundering from above shaking the unstable floor as it creaked and moaned. 'It has begun...' lifeless whispers edged through the ancient wood and swam among the clouds of dust. There was no light to be seen. Evil infested shadows lurked around every corner of the forgotten room, the occasional scratching of rodents inside the walls reverberating around the darkness. But there was one light. It lightened dark places and sparked hope...sitting in the center of the room was a book, elevated and firmly rusted to an old podium. The lost pages began to flip wildly as the harsh winds from outside shattered the only window. A monsoon of rain stormed into the attic all so suddenly, breaking the haunting silence. The eerie sounds of scratches and thumps in the wood was soon drowned out as the water rose. Drenched in water, the book fell into the sea of rain beneath it. The beautiful paintings soiled under the heavy rain and the lost relics shattered upon being tossed around the room. The only door leaked with water spouts and large cracks. It's decayed wood creaked with uneasyness until it was finally brought down by the wrath of mother nature. The door slapped against the water and a wave of rain rushed the room once again. But there was much more there than just rain. As the wave subsided, a man, drenched in sweat and water, stormed the attic. Breathing heavily, he nervously made his way around the old relics and paintings, trying his hardest to keep the unstoppable rain from drowning him.
"Where is it, where is it!" He stuttered. His eyes nervously surveyed the water filled room, looking for something. A bolt of lightning struck the damp rooftop, sending a spark of electricity into the room. The man pulled himself upon a bookcase, nearly being fried. Loud, bizarre whistles echoed amidst the thundering storm as the man jumped from the bookcase and dove into water. He had little time. His beard drenched in rain, he pulled himself from the water and staggered upon an old wine casket. Where was it? The only thing capable of sending this foul age into the shadows...the book. He then noticed a brief glimmer of light from under the rising water. His eyes lit up with joy as he abruptly made for the lost book. His mind set on peace, he took a breath and...was stopped. The look of joy in his eyes soon turned to looks of agony as a deep shadow flickered around his body. The thundering and loud screeches from the storm faded into an evil snicker as two yellowish eyes opened above his head. Tiny streams of blood trickling from the creases in his paralyzed jaw, the man slowly looked up.
"I don't think so." Said the shadow with a mocking tone. And with those words the man unexpectedly arched his back and cried out in pain. His monotonous screams shrilled into the night as he collapsed into the water, causing a small wave to send the book out the window, in which water was now pouring from. The shadow rapidly vanished into the scourged ocean of darkness above them as the book fell into a nearby stream. Violently moving down the rapids, the book fell from a high waterfall, leaving the village forever...leaving everything forever...or so it may seem...
"The village of White Rock was unfortunately situated in the center of a large ravine, formed over a hundred years ago by the power of a very fast moving meteorite. Surrounding the peaceful village was a rim of moutains, located to the West of Snowy Mountain. It was said that the meteorite brought about some new race of species...a group of power-hungry beasts said to have "lurked in every shadow of every alley way." However, these beasts were never seen. Some people believed that they adapted to hiding, and instead of being merciless killers, they were sctually very timid and, well, stupid. Others, however, thought that they were already up to something...hatching their deceiving plans for domination under the cover of "Ex-Abyss", a large trench far in the north. People ventured to the trench, but none returned. Malicious, blood-thirsty beasts of hatred were said to have inhabited the deep trench. People would hear loud, ear-splitting screams echo amongst the stars late at night, and look up into the sky to see nothing but a faint cloud of red forming above the entire land. But, alas, the beasts these people heard of were never actually seen...but something tells me...they will be very soon."