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Anxiety's Visions: Prologue
The salty fragrance of the ocean breeze wafted through the blanketed walls of the shrine. The soft summer sunlight lazily poured through an opening in the ceiling. Her eyes were barely closed; her face tilted upwards toward the sun. Her deep, rhythmic breathing was in sync to the gentle washing of waves on the shore. In quiet meditation she lifted her spiritual essence off of the physical plain.
Her eyes opened suddenly, and widened. In one quick and graceful movement, Steena leapt off of her pedestal, drew her sword, and landed while taking a stance, ready for the danger to come. She did not move for what seemed several millennia. Sweat lined her brow, but her countenance did not waver. Slowly, she withdrew from her position, and retreated to her pedestal.
Quietly, she prayed to the gods that the world might be spared the danger.
At the same time, several hundred yards away in the Guldove bar, a masked man sipped his wine and noticed that the breeze had died.
Notes: Okay, this is just the beginning. I'm still thinking of ideas on where this story should go, so tell me what you think.
Anxiety's Visions: Prologue
The salty fragrance of the ocean breeze wafted through the blanketed walls of the shrine. The soft summer sunlight lazily poured through an opening in the ceiling. Her eyes were barely closed; her face tilted upwards toward the sun. Her deep, rhythmic breathing was in sync to the gentle washing of waves on the shore. In quiet meditation she lifted her spiritual essence off of the physical plain.
Her eyes opened suddenly, and widened. In one quick and graceful movement, Steena leapt off of her pedestal, drew her sword, and landed while taking a stance, ready for the danger to come. She did not move for what seemed several millennia. Sweat lined her brow, but her countenance did not waver. Slowly, she withdrew from her position, and retreated to her pedestal.
Quietly, she prayed to the gods that the world might be spared the danger.
At the same time, several hundred yards away in the Guldove bar, a masked man sipped his wine and noticed that the breeze had died.
Notes: Okay, this is just the beginning. I'm still thinking of ideas on where this story should go, so tell me what you think.
