The sky was a limitless shade of black with gray smoke that slithered in a
mist of fog. Below him, there was no mass of land, only loneliness covered
by the dark shadow that bled beneath him. He had been soaring exhausted and
out of breath and finally he came to a clearing. Jagged rocks shaded by the
shadows were the only land that could be identified with his eyes, the only
land where he could relieve himself from his tireless flight. Each time he
distorted closer to the cliff side, the stones would roar out like the
hungry anger of the dark. And so, he pined in his flight striving to reach
them as they sailed away beyond his reach avoiding his welcome.
Everything dawned swirling and whirling engulfing into darkness.moments later a voice carried in a faint soothing whisper called out his name like the sea's gentle echo, which brought comfort to him. He awoke to find himself in a gallon of thick pale mist, which came tumbling over the hills, creeping past headstones around him. His vision was blurred as he could barely make out objects near him. In the darkness, the silky soft voice came again. He folded his huge leathery wings to his sides as he stood looking for the voice that was calling him. " Hello.Hello", he asked raising his voice just a little so that the person who was calling him would hear his reply.
Then oddly a faint melody of a music box began to play a delicate ring of sorrow. With caution, he took each step on the wet moist grass following the music hoping to find the voice that called out his name. As he drew closer, the whisper came again. The dead cold of night came in from the fog chilling his skin. He continued to follow the hauntingly familiar sound of the music box that slowed as the music died. He knew that he was close to it his keen ears could pick up on the isolated note in front of him. His body arched and was num from the cold hence his wings were the only warmth that kept him alive. Suddenly he had been startled by a soft glow from a ball of light within the mist. He didn't sense any danger, so he carried toward the ball of light that faded when he approached.
Once more, the faint voice had been heard again. Still unsure of where he was he sat shivering from the cold breeze waiting for some kind of absolution to come from all this yet there was nothing save for his loneliness of being the last of his kind. A spur of color shifted from the softened fog. There on the ground lay a dark blood rose its moist peddles shed a pinning blood that rose like a fire from the earth. His young golden green eyes narrowed at the sight then darted to see white downy feathers fall and shed like snow flakes falling around him in fresh blankets designing the shape of the legendary star constellation that held a great story of his kind. It was then his senses began to kick in. All of this seemed to be too quaint for him. Where ever he was and when ever he needed to get away and break free from the terrifying moment that pact a brutal fear into his heart.
The voice called again. Cursed he yelled with a snarl", who are you! What do you want"? Then out of nowhere and everywhere an angelic hand touched his shoulder. He flinched back in mock terror as a sword came from the shadows slashing the mist in a darkly scream and a roar missing his throat by a pulse. He bared his teeth extending his wings out in defense over the darkly figure that threw its sword at him. Around him, the stiff brutal decay started to crawl fourth from the ground as zombies with glowing red eyes limped in rigamortis toward him, circling him with tools and weapons ready to kill. Then the whispering voice hollered a cry as another figure jumped in front of him fighting the darkly figure off with their bare hands that where drenched in the sins of blood.
The feathered wings of the cherub angel wilted as they screamed fighting the demonic shadow off. The sword of the shadow figure plunged at the cherub and sinked it into the heart with the fist of pain ripping through the cherub's chest as it called out in a vicious pain of spilled blood. As the sword traveled deeper into the cherub's heart, he then sensed the pain of his own heart feeling the wound stab into it as a dark hunger feasted the pure flesh, drinking the blood of his soul and finally he fell spurring with a yelp.
He awoke from his dream shaking and quivering looking about him. The dull candles flickered leaving shadows dancing quietly in their piece of silence on the old cracked bricked walls of his room. The pillows he slept on were still soft like clouds of phile as he shook his head knowing that it had all been just a dream or was it a vision that was to come true. Usually for his kind dreams usually meant visions and as he lay there, he hoped not that his dream would be as real as it felt. The strange thing was when he looked to his side he found a red rose like the bleeding rose in his nightmare.
Ever since eighteen summers ago, a faint memory and a purpose for an unusual and unknown fear had wrenched her soul from when she could scarce to remember. The memory haunted her still. Scientist had woken her up in a glass dome and sent her to an orphan inch to be cared for. However, it was something about her something she knew and could not let others identify her for what she had been and so she kept her secret safe and hidden. Orphaned she grew up in a city of ignorance and crime. There was only little freedom and what freedom there was could only be spared for the innocent. The devices of a technological world had surrounded her day by day but she had grown accustomed to it. It was what the city had been up of and the entire world for that matter.
Governments and laws were there to overflow and dement the minds of so many naive people with media and upcoming votes on who was going to be the next president of the united states of America then it followed down to the route of jobs and skilled workers who labored in either passion or depression of their work and continuing to the lower class was the prostitutes selling their bodies for a buck or two. Most would step into cars of strangers taking a life risk of either coming back to the streets of drugs and crime or not coming back at all. Only to be found beaten and rapped in some cases murdered and ditched by the side of the road then were found by investigators and officers trying to solve a case to a mystery.an unsolved mystery.she thought like her life had been.
Nevertheless, there was a time where she managed to get away from the city life. To come to a place where all was quiet, dead and peaceful. It had been a lonely place of sorrow and dismay. Under the piled earth, they lay buried having their own headstones above them to identify them, hence the only thing left of who they were.a memory lost and forgotten like she had been. Her mission was to come to this peaceful place night after night, to visit those who had not been visited for so long. Those who were left to rest once loved ones where gone for an eternity of loneliness that ended in tragedy. So many thoughts ran through her mind as she dismissed them every time only finding that they could not be answered. Yet, she always felt like she had been searching for someone. Some one who had a good heart and a pure soul. It was almost as if she were searching for her twin soul.
She lay there on an empty hill searching for her favored constellation, in the stars but some how never could retrieve it. Every time she searched harder, it was like it had been hunted out of existence by slayers. She was glad to finally get away from the noisy city for a change and take the vacation that she needed. Since the plane trip to Europe with her traveling partner and good friend Christopher she had gotten no rest at all and was glad to be in peace at last. She always wanted to go to Europe, to see the ancient castles to go on adventures and travel and find out whether there was ever evidence of mythical creatures that soared through the land during the time of the medieval era. But there had been no evidence only myths and legends associated with the creatures that felt almost real or maybe could have been real at one point and time but were killed out of existence.
But like another dismissed thought she let it slip through her mind like all her other hopes and dreams that were crushed by reality and science. As the soft cool breeze russeled over the hills and into her soft blonde short curly hair, her blue-green eyes faintly watched the stars in the twinkle of the night's sky. She reached for her necklace, taking hold of the heart shaped ocean blue emerald stone laced with tiny white diamonds around it, attached to a silver chain around her neck and held the stone heart with her index finger and her thumb smiling softly as she closed her entire palm around it. Then afterward let go resting her hand down on the ground again beside herself. As she watched the sky, she made a wish on a shooting star then drifted into a quiet peaceful sleep with the wind hushing sounds of the ocean that tamed her conscience into a fragile dream. Alternatively, was it a dream?
Everything dawned swirling and whirling engulfing into darkness.moments later a voice carried in a faint soothing whisper called out his name like the sea's gentle echo, which brought comfort to him. He awoke to find himself in a gallon of thick pale mist, which came tumbling over the hills, creeping past headstones around him. His vision was blurred as he could barely make out objects near him. In the darkness, the silky soft voice came again. He folded his huge leathery wings to his sides as he stood looking for the voice that was calling him. " Hello.Hello", he asked raising his voice just a little so that the person who was calling him would hear his reply.
Then oddly a faint melody of a music box began to play a delicate ring of sorrow. With caution, he took each step on the wet moist grass following the music hoping to find the voice that called out his name. As he drew closer, the whisper came again. The dead cold of night came in from the fog chilling his skin. He continued to follow the hauntingly familiar sound of the music box that slowed as the music died. He knew that he was close to it his keen ears could pick up on the isolated note in front of him. His body arched and was num from the cold hence his wings were the only warmth that kept him alive. Suddenly he had been startled by a soft glow from a ball of light within the mist. He didn't sense any danger, so he carried toward the ball of light that faded when he approached.
Once more, the faint voice had been heard again. Still unsure of where he was he sat shivering from the cold breeze waiting for some kind of absolution to come from all this yet there was nothing save for his loneliness of being the last of his kind. A spur of color shifted from the softened fog. There on the ground lay a dark blood rose its moist peddles shed a pinning blood that rose like a fire from the earth. His young golden green eyes narrowed at the sight then darted to see white downy feathers fall and shed like snow flakes falling around him in fresh blankets designing the shape of the legendary star constellation that held a great story of his kind. It was then his senses began to kick in. All of this seemed to be too quaint for him. Where ever he was and when ever he needed to get away and break free from the terrifying moment that pact a brutal fear into his heart.
The voice called again. Cursed he yelled with a snarl", who are you! What do you want"? Then out of nowhere and everywhere an angelic hand touched his shoulder. He flinched back in mock terror as a sword came from the shadows slashing the mist in a darkly scream and a roar missing his throat by a pulse. He bared his teeth extending his wings out in defense over the darkly figure that threw its sword at him. Around him, the stiff brutal decay started to crawl fourth from the ground as zombies with glowing red eyes limped in rigamortis toward him, circling him with tools and weapons ready to kill. Then the whispering voice hollered a cry as another figure jumped in front of him fighting the darkly figure off with their bare hands that where drenched in the sins of blood.
The feathered wings of the cherub angel wilted as they screamed fighting the demonic shadow off. The sword of the shadow figure plunged at the cherub and sinked it into the heart with the fist of pain ripping through the cherub's chest as it called out in a vicious pain of spilled blood. As the sword traveled deeper into the cherub's heart, he then sensed the pain of his own heart feeling the wound stab into it as a dark hunger feasted the pure flesh, drinking the blood of his soul and finally he fell spurring with a yelp.
He awoke from his dream shaking and quivering looking about him. The dull candles flickered leaving shadows dancing quietly in their piece of silence on the old cracked bricked walls of his room. The pillows he slept on were still soft like clouds of phile as he shook his head knowing that it had all been just a dream or was it a vision that was to come true. Usually for his kind dreams usually meant visions and as he lay there, he hoped not that his dream would be as real as it felt. The strange thing was when he looked to his side he found a red rose like the bleeding rose in his nightmare.
Ever since eighteen summers ago, a faint memory and a purpose for an unusual and unknown fear had wrenched her soul from when she could scarce to remember. The memory haunted her still. Scientist had woken her up in a glass dome and sent her to an orphan inch to be cared for. However, it was something about her something she knew and could not let others identify her for what she had been and so she kept her secret safe and hidden. Orphaned she grew up in a city of ignorance and crime. There was only little freedom and what freedom there was could only be spared for the innocent. The devices of a technological world had surrounded her day by day but she had grown accustomed to it. It was what the city had been up of and the entire world for that matter.
Governments and laws were there to overflow and dement the minds of so many naive people with media and upcoming votes on who was going to be the next president of the united states of America then it followed down to the route of jobs and skilled workers who labored in either passion or depression of their work and continuing to the lower class was the prostitutes selling their bodies for a buck or two. Most would step into cars of strangers taking a life risk of either coming back to the streets of drugs and crime or not coming back at all. Only to be found beaten and rapped in some cases murdered and ditched by the side of the road then were found by investigators and officers trying to solve a case to a mystery.an unsolved mystery.she thought like her life had been.
Nevertheless, there was a time where she managed to get away from the city life. To come to a place where all was quiet, dead and peaceful. It had been a lonely place of sorrow and dismay. Under the piled earth, they lay buried having their own headstones above them to identify them, hence the only thing left of who they were.a memory lost and forgotten like she had been. Her mission was to come to this peaceful place night after night, to visit those who had not been visited for so long. Those who were left to rest once loved ones where gone for an eternity of loneliness that ended in tragedy. So many thoughts ran through her mind as she dismissed them every time only finding that they could not be answered. Yet, she always felt like she had been searching for someone. Some one who had a good heart and a pure soul. It was almost as if she were searching for her twin soul.
She lay there on an empty hill searching for her favored constellation, in the stars but some how never could retrieve it. Every time she searched harder, it was like it had been hunted out of existence by slayers. She was glad to finally get away from the noisy city for a change and take the vacation that she needed. Since the plane trip to Europe with her traveling partner and good friend Christopher she had gotten no rest at all and was glad to be in peace at last. She always wanted to go to Europe, to see the ancient castles to go on adventures and travel and find out whether there was ever evidence of mythical creatures that soared through the land during the time of the medieval era. But there had been no evidence only myths and legends associated with the creatures that felt almost real or maybe could have been real at one point and time but were killed out of existence.
But like another dismissed thought she let it slip through her mind like all her other hopes and dreams that were crushed by reality and science. As the soft cool breeze russeled over the hills and into her soft blonde short curly hair, her blue-green eyes faintly watched the stars in the twinkle of the night's sky. She reached for her necklace, taking hold of the heart shaped ocean blue emerald stone laced with tiny white diamonds around it, attached to a silver chain around her neck and held the stone heart with her index finger and her thumb smiling softly as she closed her entire palm around it. Then afterward let go resting her hand down on the ground again beside herself. As she watched the sky, she made a wish on a shooting star then drifted into a quiet peaceful sleep with the wind hushing sounds of the ocean that tamed her conscience into a fragile dream. Alternatively, was it a dream?