/This is a random story about an OC of mine ive made. this is her most recent journey.
please bare with me as its not very well put together. the chapters jump around as these are mostly done in spur of the moment.
But please enjoy!\\
Lynnea sighed as she looked around her. The street she stood on was cobblestone and dark. Barely a light lit up the darkened street. The sky above was a midnight black with out a star in sight. The moon was hidden behind heavy clouds offering no light.
A soft flicker of a flickering light shown some ways down the street. A shadow of a building loomed in the soft light. A soft light of a flickering lantern. "Another new world." The brunette commented as she took towards heading towards the light.
Upon her person was nothing more the clothes she wore. A simple blue dress with white sash around the waist.. it hugged her chest and flowed around her knees. Her shoulders where bare, the sleeves of the dress fell below her shoulders and flowered around her elbows.
A simple pouch was tied around her waist and hung along her left hip, she was just out on a simple walk of the town she lived in for a short while, before a storm rolled in. The storm activated her powers, her back filled with instant pain as a portal opened, and swallowed her in it warm familiar glow of colors.
She woke to find her self on the hard ground. Beside her lay a sword, which she had strapped to the sash holding the pouch. "Let's hope I won't need it." She commented as she fixed her hair and continued on walking.
The night was silent, even the world seemed absent of the sound if insects. She noticed this as she walked. The only sound was her footfall upon the stone. And the ocsically gust of gentle wind. Wind that hinted on a storm brewing somewhere far off. Her back tingled as she felt the changing in the air, but it would be quite a while till the storm would hit.
What only last a few minutes of walking, but felt like an eternity in the quiet of the night, Lynnea had arrived at the building. An old stone house stood before her. It's arched door way broken with stones crumbling to the ground upon the stone stairs, also broken.
A lantern, fresh with a new candle glowed brightly from.a newer looking metal hook stick in between two sturdy stones flickered shadows upon the broken stone door.
"Hello!? Is anyone there!? She called out, looking into the broken window near the door way.
The glass was covered in dust and grim, but broke enough she could glance into the darkened room. Nothing move and nothing made a sound.
Daring and risking, she took a cautioned step up to the door, she paused before taking her hand and knocked, calling out once more.
She was only greeted with the echo of her own words and the knock upon the wood. Not a single sound greeted her, but as she was about to open the door, a flash of a shadow ran by the window to her left. Causing her to grip the handle of the sword on her hip in responce. Thunder boomed above, as the wind picked up. "Hello!?" She called out. "I do not want to fight!" She said looking back into the window but saw nothing.
After a few tense moments she reached for the door. "I'm opening the door!" She shouted as a wailing wind begun to pick up out side, it blew at her dress and wiped her hair into her face.
Lynnea pushed the heavy broken door open, with a loud clank as it bounced off a wall behind it. "Hello!" She called out once more, pausing once inside, listening for anything that could be heard.
When nothing greeted her ears, she took a step inside, then another. One cautious step after another. She kept her guard up and a hand on her sword. She was ready to attack. Though she had not fought in years, her body was trained for this. On alert for anything that could be dangerous. Her highly trained sight adapted to the little light of the candle light out side, her over sensitive hearing was trained to pick up any sound, but all she could hear was the rustle of the wind out side.
Then as she turned the corner, she heard it. The pattering of tiny feet on the floor above her.
The old stone home was two floors. Though from the outside, it did not show a second floor. A crawl space perhaps?
Keeping her body and mind on alert, Lynnea made her way through the broken home. Around broken floor boards and broken furniture. Around shredded clothing and over broken glass.
The sound of pattering feet running above her made her move swiftly and quietly..her heart raced as she felt the storm building outside..the wind howling. Something scratched against the broken windows causing her to pause. Lightning flashed and lit up the sky outside.
A shadowed figure stood before the window but was gone before the next flash..a scream from above her caused her to curse before she rushed to a small ladder against the wall. A door above it.
She grabbed the wooden rails and climbed up, pushing on the door, feeling it jammed and not moving. Breathing heavy, she grunted as she pushed against the door with all her strength. A loud thump sounded above her as she felt the dokr shift snd slid open.
Lynnea climbed up into the small crawl space. A room that was only about four feet in height and as long as the stone house.
A make shift bed was along the far wall to her left, a pile of old blanket and scraps of clothing..food wrappers and papers scattered about. A sms broken window in the back of the house was broken and wind rustled in.
Before her she spot a crouched figure, to tall to stand in the small area, hovered above a small body. A flash of lightning showed the body of a frightened child.."get away!" She screeched and charged the figure. It let out a screech as she approached before turning to spoke, and wisped out the broken window.
Lynnea stood before the child, well.more like keeled from the short room. The child was sobbing behind her. She turned and gave the child a friendly smile. "I won't harm you." She held out a friendly hand, a flash of lightning showed a boy with blond hair and pale eyes, covered in clothing to big for his small frame. His skin was dirty from what she saw, and he looked starved.
It took him a moment, but a clash of thunder had his scream and jump into her arms. He sobed as she rubbed his back with soothing tones. "It is alright now."
"N-no i-it is not!" He cried. "T-they will kill us!" He screamed and held her tighter as more thunder sounded, the house shook with its force. The rain did not start, but the wind carried it's scent through the broken window."what will harm you?" She asked.
"T-they shadows. They want our souls!" He cried into her shirt as she held him tighter. "I won't let them harm you." She vowed and glared around the darkness around her.
The air felt thick and she could feel her self being looked upon. "Begone!" She yelled put. "Or face death!" As she shouted thunder cracked and lightning flashed. Her back glowed illumitaning the room.
A shriek of pain echoed around her as she watched moving shadows go down the ladder she had just used. "Let's move!" She said, shifting the child to her back as she made her way out of the small room.
She could feel it, what ever it was that wanted them was surrounding her in the shadows. She could feel their eyes, their hunger, the blood throat. She knew this feeling well, as she ran out of the room, feeling sharps nails scrap at her skin as she ran, cursing as she smelt the tang of metallic blood in the air. The child cried out in pain as she ran through the house.
The shadows where attacking. Their nails scratches at the exposed flesh. She couldn't move fast enough, she felt as if she was being slowed, but she made her way out. Just as she collapsed to the ground as something tripped her.
She rolled with a grunt onto the street, the child cried out as he was doing to the ground before her. Moving quick she covered the child with her body before gathering him.and standing. She was surrounded. In the light of the lantern, she saw them then.
Around her In a. Circle stood shadows. Shadows of creatures she had never seen before. Creepy shapes and of all sizes. Blood red eyes glared at her from the darkness as lighting striked abkved, lighting the area around her and her back and power as well.
The wind blew out the lantern but her back left the small circle around her glowing bright. Then as she debated what to do, clutching the now unconscious child to her chest, she saw a flash. A moving shadow as it dashed past her.
She moved in instinct, watching as it raved past, a sharp pain in her left arm as nails grazed her skin. She didn't cry out, instead she clenched her jaw and later the child at her feet. She took up her sword and begun to fight the shadows.
As they ran by her. One after another, her blade cut through the darkness, never once did her blade met anything solid. Only did she met the trindles of darkness. Again and again the shadows ran at her. Digging their claws into her arms, her legs, her stomach, but never could her blade met any foe.
Screaming out in anger she tossed her sword. "Cowards. Stop hidding in the darkness!" Her violet eyes glowed as the storm raged on, her back glowing brighter with each second.
Just as she watched a group of shadow creatures jump at her. She moved to cover the child with her body as a shield. She closed her eyes just as she saw a bright flash of light.
Her ears where greeted with loud shrieks of pain as she shadows whiterwd away. She looked up after a moment, her eyes falling on the sight of a hooded figure standing before her.
"Who.." She was about to ask as more shadows attacked. Jumping at this new figure. "Look out!" She screamed out, ready to pull the figure aside when a light glowed fro. The sleep of the figure the shadows before it melted away in loud shrieks.
"Go now! Call up on your power and take the child to your world!" A gruff voice sounded from the hooded figure. "But who are you!?" She said as she stood, moving to reach out to the figure but winced when she was pushed back and more light surrounded her. More shadows disappeared as rain begun to pelt around them. "Go!" The figure shouted once more. Demanding as it turned to use light to take out more advancing creatures.
Nodding she gathered the child into her arms. "T-thank you!" She shouted as the rain pelted them, and the storm raged..a portal of glowing blue and purple opened behind her. With out another lolol or word, Lynnea stepped back into the portal, wondering who the shadowed figure was, and how she could repay it for saving her and this childs life.