Shadows of the North: Chapter 1
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The woods were silent in the early dawn of the cool fall day. A fog hung about the great trees as a cloak hangs about a person's shoulders. The sun had not yet risen to light the darkest corner of the wood, and the animals all still slept. The only noise that stirred in the wood was the gentle sound of a woman singing.
"Crouching down inside a deep ravine
Those angry cries pass quickly by, he can't be seen
So many ways spent hiding in so many undone plans
Forgetting what it's like to fight when no one understands
Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
All those memories, pain and anger, flood back one by one
They must be just around the bend, they always come
At night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds
Their lies remain, the dreams the same, it's only fleeting word
No one calls there in the shadows
There's no end to the dark
But there's one out there, no one but me
The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
No way's the right way. Is there a way out for me?
My life's slipping out
Rising up, the night is done, and now the bright lights come
Held back in my pitied world where everything's undone
A cold wind blows right through me; I'm made a hollow shell There's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soil, no soil
Close call there in the shadows
There's an end to the dark
Cause there's someone out there
Someone like me
The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
No way's the right way, is there a way out for me?
The hours pass so slowly
The life's slipping out of me
Is there a way out for me?
The hours pass so slowly
The life's slipping out of me
Is there a way out for me?
There must be a way out for me."
As the sun finished rising, the day revealed not a wood, but a garden. Just a garden with a few trees and bushes spread about the sparse land. Within this small garden a young woman walked as she sang softly to herself. She could feel the change of life in the air. Walking into her small home, she scribbled a note to her father and changed into her riding clothes.
"Come Neircolen, it is time for us to ride west," she told her black mare.
By the time the sun had risen quite fully the girl's father had awoken and was just finding the note left to him.
"Father,
Understand that I have left because the Wind calls to me.
The change has happened and the North must have a
representative there. I love you, my father.
Your daughter,
Keira"
"Take care, my child," the man whispered to the wind, knowing that his daughter could hear him, where-ever she was.
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The woods were silent in the early dawn of the cool fall day. A fog hung about the great trees as a cloak hangs about a person's shoulders. The sun had not yet risen to light the darkest corner of the wood, and the animals all still slept. The only noise that stirred in the wood was the gentle sound of a woman singing.
"Crouching down inside a deep ravine
Those angry cries pass quickly by, he can't be seen
So many ways spent hiding in so many undone plans
Forgetting what it's like to fight when no one understands
Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
All those memories, pain and anger, flood back one by one
They must be just around the bend, they always come
At night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds
Their lies remain, the dreams the same, it's only fleeting word
No one calls there in the shadows
There's no end to the dark
But there's one out there, no one but me
The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
No way's the right way. Is there a way out for me?
My life's slipping out
Rising up, the night is done, and now the bright lights come
Held back in my pitied world where everything's undone
A cold wind blows right through me; I'm made a hollow shell There's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soil, no soil
Close call there in the shadows
There's an end to the dark
Cause there's someone out there
Someone like me
The hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
No way's the right way, is there a way out for me?
The hours pass so slowly
The life's slipping out of me
Is there a way out for me?
The hours pass so slowly
The life's slipping out of me
Is there a way out for me?
There must be a way out for me."
As the sun finished rising, the day revealed not a wood, but a garden. Just a garden with a few trees and bushes spread about the sparse land. Within this small garden a young woman walked as she sang softly to herself. She could feel the change of life in the air. Walking into her small home, she scribbled a note to her father and changed into her riding clothes.
"Come Neircolen, it is time for us to ride west," she told her black mare.
By the time the sun had risen quite fully the girl's father had awoken and was just finding the note left to him.
"Father,
Understand that I have left because the Wind calls to me.
The change has happened and the North must have a
representative there. I love you, my father.
Your daughter,
Keira"
"Take care, my child," the man whispered to the wind, knowing that his daughter could hear him, where-ever she was.