Author's Note: Hey sorry for the last tiny prologue but it was necessary. Dont worry though, that small phrase will have its purpose. Many thanks for the one reviewer. Was not expected but I appreciate it non the less. Well here is the first chapter and I hope you do enjoy it. i am really enjoying the writing part so as long as i get some followers (lol) then i will continue to update as fast as i can type. Well without further adue, here it is, the first chapter in the this epic adventure.
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Chapter 1:
A Dream in the Night
A blinding flash of lighting illuminated the empty alleyway of the deserted cobblestone street. The thunderous sound that trailed after seemed to shake loose the very existence of the wooden structures that lined the alleyway. A heavy rain played its moist ballad on the roofs, almost like a drummer before an execution. Dark ominous clouds covered the sky for as far as the eye could see, signaling no end to the perpetual blackness.
The city seemed completely deserted. There was an eerie mist in the atmosphere, coupled with the eternal emptiness that was present. Not a soul was present in the street or in any of the buildings as not a light was on. It was almost as if the city had been suddenly deserted. The buildings looked like they still held valuable commodities inside them, things that were left behind because there value was not equal to ones life. But the empty buildings and quiet atmosphere were not as startling as what lied at the end of the alleyway.
Standing there between the main city streets and the mountains behind, surrounded by a large moat was the city's palace. The palace was built as a stone and marble castle and was the crown jewel of the city. There were four towers in each corner of the same height, giving the castle a perfectly symmetrical shape. In the center of the castle stood the most stunning piece of decoration in the world, a two hundred foot tall sword. The sword was the most spectacular site to view, especially in the sun when its smooth surface shone brightly like that of a jewel. But that sword was not shining today as there was no sun anywhere to be seen. A dark mystical cloud surrounded the sword, giving the impression that the sword was piercing throught the eternal darkness above.
Even through all the rain and thunder, there seemed to be something else in the atmosphere, something that could pierce through all the higher interference. That something was a human voice. But where was it coming from? It was almost as if the clouds were speaking but that could not be true. Maybe it was coming from the castle. Was there somebody here after all?
The entrance to the castle was grand, with two huge, elegant wooden doors that stood twenty feet high. They had carvings of some angelic winds on them. Throught the doors there was a grand foyer, with a beautiful carpet and decorations. Still there was nobody. A split staircase lay at the back of the foyer and led to a balcony above. From there the hallway led to another side staircase. Both the stairs and hall were adorned with dazzling paintings and decorations, the likes of which could only signal royalty. At the top of that staircase lied another hallway with a marvelously detailed carpet leading to a double door. Through the doors another grand opening that seemed to serve no purpose other then a gathering area. In the opening there were two exits ahead. A double door and a single door to the left of those double doors. The single door was open.
'O…holy guardian, hear our prayer…'
Now the words spoken by the mysterious voice could be heard. The sound came directly from the open door. Through the door there was a winding staircase with statues on each platform. The statues held swords in their hands similar to the enormous sword that stood on top of the castle. At the top of this winding staircase lay something that could only be described as magical. Bright pink, purple, and blue light was shining from every corner of what seemed to be some sort of holy temple.
'Deliver us from darkness and into the light.'
Illuminated by the surreal light was a staircase, from which the voice appeared to have emanated. The stairs were long and curved. They brought with them an alien feeling that they did not belong. At the top of the stairs lay what seemed to be an altar, except there was no table. There was only a giant circular area with mystical drawings on the floor. But most alarming thing about the area was not the drawing; it was in fact the figure that was kneeling in the center of the circle. The figure was about three feet tall kneeling down but any detail beyond that was hard to determine due to the immense darkness. One thing was for certain, the figure was speaking.
'O…holy guardian, hear our prayer; deliver us from darkness and into the light.'
A thunderous shock of lightning clearly illuminated the figure on the floor. He looked like and old man with a blue long rode. But there was one thing about him that seemed different. There above the man's eyes on his forehead, he had a horn.
Lying in her bed, Garnet awoke with a start. She looked around the room to see if any of the guards were present. Nobody was there. Slowly her hand moved to her forehead. A lone tear trickled down her face. She wiped it away. Nobody can see her like this, they would be suspicious. She got out of bed and started to get dressed and freshen up. The dream would bother her no more today; she had other matters to attend to. Plus she did not want a certain person to find out about them. Not yet anyway.
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