A/N: Here's my second attempt at a COTT story. I hope it's as good as Truth be Told. Of course, you (the readers) are the judges of that.
The air was crisp and the moon was full. This was how it survived. Living off the cold fears that dominated the air and the deceit of the shadows. But, even that wasn't enough. It needed more. Once, it had been feared; it had been respected. Now, it was a mere shadow. Though, it still had strength and power. It had brought empires to their knees, destroyed cities, controlled the hearts of many powerful mortals. It had even controlled the mythical, long forgotten gods of Ancient Greece. And it craved that power once again.
The shadow snaked through the woods. It came upon a cliff. On the horizon lay a vast city. It was not a city of ancient times, but it had what the shadow hungered for. Mortals. The shadow would let them rest until the next moon. Then, it would feast.
Short, yes. But, also, this is just the prologue. Please tell me what you think.