Greetings. I am sorry for my... extended absence. For those of you who like Through Time and Space, I will be posting more chapters soon, as summer is approaching. There is no guarantee, though, that this will happen.
This idea struck me while I was reading a book, and I intend to post this as a teaser and wait for people's opinions. I understand that it is very vague, but I could turn it into something very major, very enthralling, if people like the idea.
In order for me to do this, though, I will need you to please review and let me know whether or not you find this story idea interesting or dull. As always, thank you for reading!
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Christopher Paolini.
Shattered in the night,
Light a mere forlorn sight,
It binds you.
Echoes, voices, dreams
Magic spilt from seams,
It calls you.
A lone bolt rent the night; echoes spread as a raging wildfire.
A single voice emanated its despair; forever was it lost.
Sounds, reflected off of half standing, broken walls, amplified in the dark night. The cool breeze blew through the crumbling walls and collapsed ceiling, slithering through a lone man's waving brown hair. It was his footsteps that created the sounds. Glowing brown eyes took in the ancient, broken halls of a long-lost settlement, as a small flame flickered above the upturned, open palm.
The man stopped, and turned to face a section of standing wall not ten feet wide. The cape, black as the sky above him, billowed about, revealing the matching ebony tunic and crisp traveler's pants. With a muttered word, the palm launched another flame to float near the wall, as the face of the wall gave in to clarity.
Thrown into great detail were lines upon lines of etchings, such as the man had never seen before. His slanted eyes narrowed as he beheld the text. Though unintelligible to the man, the writing was finely shaded in black, which threw the text into relief against the solid grey background of the wall.
The gaze slid across the text, as the man searched for something on the ground. Slowly, he picked up a relatively flat, smooth tablet from the rubble. Once the tablet was held with two firm, gloved hands, the brown gaze etched the image of the text on the wall into the man's mind. With a few muttered words, the image was transferred to the tablet's smooth surface, shimmering and throwing the text into sharp relief.
Turning, the man spoke a spell, and the tablet vanished from his hands and into a pocket of space ever-present with the man. He walked through the rubble, searching and watching, exploring the ancient place with a scrutiny matched by few.
Ever present was the darkness that consumed all, as the man's light faded into the night.
Please let me know how it is!