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AN: My second story to make it to Fanfic… yea I should first complete Treading Dark Waters but this story wouldn't stop bugging me till I typed it out… so without further ado… Read, Enjoy and Review… seriously Review or PM me I love hearing from those who read my stories.
Chapter 1:
The glow of the moon,
When spring is at its height,
Would unite both Dark and Light,
A creature of the night,
As pale as moonlight,
And cold as death,
Will look upon Beauty,
Wrapped in gold and bathed in Light,
A woman of the Stars,
Would shatter the cold around its heart,
Bringing Light to where it was only Darkness,
Death will follow where love reigns,
Stars will fall and Fire will rain,
Metal will clang, ice will shatter,
Doom befalls all in Magnolia…
The cold mist drifted through the dark, dank forest, brushing their tendrils softly along the jagged rocks and naked branches; whispering on the wind. The pale moonlight, shone down from the starless sky. Midnight black painted the sky, dripping down onto the inky black shadows that embraced the eerie grey mist like a long lost lover.
Silence flooded the dark forest, not a sound escaping its clutches. The eerie silence gave a foreboding feeling to all in the forest. Tonight death reigned the starless night and walked along the shadows, prowling after its next victim. A lone figure walked on the barely trodden path, overgrown with weeds and tree roots. The darkness covered the figure, keeping it within its clutches as the figure made its way through the forest.
The figure stumbled along the path, grappling along the trees and grasping in the shadows. Wayward branches snagged at its cloak, pulling and tugging; attempting to lead it of its intended course. When the figure got to the edge of the forest, the mist cleared and shrank away from the moon's glistening rays. The figure clutched its cloak closer to its body, a pained groan filling the silent night.
Shuffling on-wards the figure walked past the threshold of the forest, freeing itself from the shadows clutches. Looking up, the figure glimpsed the dark castle in the distance, upon the side of the mountain. Death stayed behind in the forest, giving up the chase for now; soon its prey will join him in everlasting darkness.
The figure brushed off the chill, pulled its cloak closer and walked on towards the castle. A pained groan, once again filled the silence of the night. The figure stumbled and leaned against the nearest object; that being a tree that has strayed to far from the forest. Moonlight flooded the figure in its ghostly light, glistening off the ruby red droplets that fell to the ground.
As the figure moved off the tree, more droplets cascaded down to the ground. It slowly and painstakingly made its way to the castle. The figure drew laboured breaths, stopping to lean against a boulder. More blood would splatter against the ground with every step that the figure took. Pained gasps and groans would fill the air with every few steps the figure took.
The moon hovered over the figure, bathing it in its light. Shadows crept and slithered along the figure's path, trying to grasp its cloak with long silent fingers. The figure drew its cargo and cloak closer to its body; drawing every near to its destination. Coming to the base of the mountain, the figure looked up towards the dark foreboding castle. The cliffs towered behind the castle, adding a more menacing quality to its appearance.
The moonlight disappeared behind a few wayward clouds, throwing everything into darkness. A pained gasp filled the air as the figure hunched over in pain. Material ripped as the figure fell to the ground. Pained gasps fell from its lips. The cloud passed over the moon, once again flooding the figure in moonlight. The moonlight rippled along the torn fabric, exposing the pale flesh beneath. A shudder ran through the figure's body. A heavy leathery sound filled the night air as two large black wings emerged from the torn fabrics.
Pants and gasps moved past the pale lips that were barely hidden by the hood of the cloak. Pushing itself back up, the figure kept its face hidden and jumped into the night. Flapping its wings with great effort, the figure flew up to the castle; towards the grand entrance.
The figure barely made it to the top of the stairs, when its wings gave out and it plummeted to the stairs below. The figure landed with a dull thud, its wings falling around it in disarray. The figure kept its bundle tightly cradled against its body, being sure to keep the brunt of the force from the landing off its cargo. A groan filled the air that soon changed to a hiss as the figure tried to move its crumpled body.
Hastened steps and muffled voices traveled from behind the doors. The hinges of the doors creaked and complain as the mighty doors were pulled open enough for one lone figure to move through. A dwarf of a man gasped as he saw the sight before him.
A majestic being covered in blood and torn fabric lay across the steps of the castle. The hood of the cloak had fallen back to reveal long glistening red hair. The black wings were draped cross the stairs, broken and beaten. The pale figure pulled itself up into a half seated position. Bracing one hand against the ground, it looked up at the dwarf. Ruby red eyes glistened in the moonlight. Looking down at the bundle in its hands, the figure shuddered as the pain raked through its body.
The dwarf quickly moved towards the figure once it saw that it was in pain. Crouching near it, the dwarf held out its hands, in a means pf helping the figure. The figure looked at the dwarf and with great effort placed the bundle in its hands. The dwarf took the bundle and held it close, standing back up the man made his way back to the door. As he turned back towards the figure, he saw how the pale being greeted death with a smile. The red eyes grew dull as the last breath was stolen by death's final kiss. The figure slumped to the ground, never to rise again.
The dwarf quickly ran into the castle, clutching the bundle close to his body. As he made it to the shelter of the castle, the door swung closed behind him. Candle light glowed softly along the walls. The old man looked down at the bundle in his arms. Heat radiated from the bundled cloth. Pulling the cloth aside, the man was greeted by a tuft of pink hair, shortly followed by pale baby soft skin. The face of an innocent baby was revealed to the glow of the candles. Looking down at the babe, the dwarf silently vowed to raise the child as if it were his own. The pale creature's memory would live on in this child.
So that's it for chapter 1… like prologue of sorts. Let me know what you think of it? oh and I am working on chapter 11 for Treading Dark Waters, my bleach fic is not forgotten…