Ch. 12 ~ Encounter With Evil
Serena walked alone under dark clouds, which threatened a truculent storm of pouring rain. Her eyes were fixed forward, twitching once in a while with discomfort. A certain ambivalence became present. Something was wrong, and she could feel it with every beat of her heart.
She suddenly halted to a stop as the feelings became more prominent and severe. The storm had begun, and the ominous clouds had finally released tears of pain. The fresh rain mist was masked by the scent of virulence was in the air.
Through the mist, there appeared a mysterious shadowy figure. The figure was tall and graceful, but horribly dark and eerie.
"Who are you?", Serena found herself in a wave of sudden panic. "What have you done?"
There was a soft laugh, and the figure moved closer. Out of the opaque fog, the figure was revealed as Imener. "At last, I meet with the beautiful Moon Princess…", he spoke up. His treacherous gray eyes twinkled as he did so.
Now astonished that her identity was revealed, Serena began to cringe from the stranger. "What….?", she gasped, her hand suddenly flying to her magical brooch.
"Imener of Azraelis", he replied, wearing a malicious grin on his face. He extended his hand as if wanting to shake hands, but suddenly snatched the brooch causing the girl to yelp and back away further.
"Give that back", she cried, finding a hysterical tone in her voice. "What do you want from the Earth?"
Despite her loud shouts and attempts to win back her brooch, Imener said nothing. His grin grew wider as he examined the brooch. "This little toy…", he finally said, quite amused. "This little pink toy is what you fight your adversaries with? A shame that is…"
The blonde girl scowled, but kept her distance. A man such as Imener could prove to be very dangerous. What she had been fearing for the past few days had finally collided into her. Her hands trembled as she wiped the moderately warm rain from her face. She knew not of what was to become of her. Hopefully her well trusted friends would happen to walk the route she did. That was unlikely though. Who would be out on such a gloomy day? She had no last hope…all she had was the rare chance of a miracle. She had that…and the dull rain.
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Serena walked alone under dark clouds, which threatened a truculent storm of pouring rain. Her eyes were fixed forward, twitching once in a while with discomfort. A certain ambivalence became present. Something was wrong, and she could feel it with every beat of her heart.
She suddenly halted to a stop as the feelings became more prominent and severe. The storm had begun, and the ominous clouds had finally released tears of pain. The fresh rain mist was masked by the scent of virulence was in the air.
Through the mist, there appeared a mysterious shadowy figure. The figure was tall and graceful, but horribly dark and eerie.
"Who are you?", Serena found herself in a wave of sudden panic. "What have you done?"
There was a soft laugh, and the figure moved closer. Out of the opaque fog, the figure was revealed as Imener. "At last, I meet with the beautiful Moon Princess…", he spoke up. His treacherous gray eyes twinkled as he did so.
Now astonished that her identity was revealed, Serena began to cringe from the stranger. "What….?", she gasped, her hand suddenly flying to her magical brooch.
"Imener of Azraelis", he replied, wearing a malicious grin on his face. He extended his hand as if wanting to shake hands, but suddenly snatched the brooch causing the girl to yelp and back away further.
"Give that back", she cried, finding a hysterical tone in her voice. "What do you want from the Earth?"
Despite her loud shouts and attempts to win back her brooch, Imener said nothing. His grin grew wider as he examined the brooch. "This little toy…", he finally said, quite amused. "This little pink toy is what you fight your adversaries with? A shame that is…"
The blonde girl scowled, but kept her distance. A man such as Imener could prove to be very dangerous. What she had been fearing for the past few days had finally collided into her. Her hands trembled as she wiped the moderately warm rain from her face. She knew not of what was to become of her. Hopefully her well trusted friends would happen to walk the route she did. That was unlikely though. Who would be out on such a gloomy day? She had no last hope…all she had was the rare chance of a miracle. She had that…and the dull rain.
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