Rayman and the Livid Eclipse

by CinderHollow13

After Rayman and Estelia experimented with a mysterious spirit board, there was strange activity going across the Glade of Dreams. It wasn't until on Ancestor's Night that the activity leads to an undead apocalypse caused by a mysterious ghost of an ancient prince. Who has cast a dangerous spell upon the moons to raise the dead and put the living into hypnosis. Estelia and many of

Upon tonight, the moons have lit the fields and hills with a soft blue haze. The dark, indigo sky was lit by the two moons as a natural nightlight of the Glade of Dreams. All inhabitants sleeping peacefully once more. Everything is very peaceful. However, within the coolness of the night, not everyone is asleep upon this early morning.

Within the moonlit hills, the silence was broken by the sound of a metal hook clanking onto an edge of a cliff. Attached to the metal hook was a long tight rope. At the end of the rope was a figure, a Livingstone to be exact. Has he finished climbing up the rope and finally reaching the edge of the cliff pulling himself up he took a breather. He was exhausted. Knowing that he's been chased all night. Hopefully hanging up the Cliffs will keep them hidden from the guards below.

As brushing off the dust from himself he spotted something that shined under the moons' light. Curious, the Livingstone walked toward the small area when the lunar light hits. As he walked closer, to the shiny object at the far end of the cliff; his head tilted in curiosity. At the far end of the cliff lay many silver candles that were seemed to be used a long time ago. Between those ancient silver candles is a dusty spirit board and next to it, a large book that seemed to be engraved in silver; with a strange marking that looked like a rune stone. Laying on top of the book was with bracelets and necklaces made from beads of precious stones. Without hesitation, the Livingstone grabbed his burlap bag and stuffed almost everything into it.

Once he finished he collected all his things and snuck into the Moonlight chaparral not far from the Cliffs hoping not to be seen. Chuckling to himself he knows he's certain things precious stones and books would be worth a fortune. However, that thought went away quickly when he heard a noise behind him. When you looked behind him deep growing louder. He felt a chill down his spine as he noticed the gleaming eyes peeking through the blue-tinted grass. He panicked and sprinted through the chaparral. Without warning, Wild dog-like creatures launch themselves out of the bushes and begin for their prey. The Livingstone yelped as he knew the black beasts were chasing after him; running to him closer and closer. The Livingstone ran from the bushes and chaparral into the small village where many people sleep. He ran through the quiet neighborhood panting as the black beast trails behind him. It wasn't until the burlap sack fell from him. He has been turned around and wanted to get the sack back. But he noticed the large bees trailing closer and closer to him. He didn't hesitate as long as he ran from it. All he wanted to do now is get away and try to survive from those dark creatures. The creatures ran past the burlap sack and still chased after the Livingstone. Farther and farther the group had run from the burlap sack that dropped in front of a cabin door. It is a surprise that none of the neighbors have awoken from that fiasco. Even when far north to the forest where the Livingstone is screaming in the distance as the loud growling beasts catch up to him. It wasn't long until the Livingstone stopped screaming.

The sun has finally risen welcoming a new morning for the people in the Glade. The sun rays touched the floor brightened every home on this cool morning. What are the inhabitants being a limbless being? A limbless hero to be exact. A very laid-back hero with no arms nor legs. The hero who is no other than the Guardian of the glades of dreams himself, Rayman. He brushed his hair back as he recently woke up this morning. He peeked out as he felt the warm sun rays touch his face as he opened the door of his cabin. Embracing the soft tones in the sunlight on this cold morning.

Ray then snapped out of his calm trance after he felt as if he stepped on glass under his shoe. He glanced down to see right below him is a burlap sack that is filled. Curious he picked up the burlap sack in peace through the small opening and you noticed a beautifully carved black dusty spirit board. The next item is an ancient leather book with the rune-like symbol. You look deeper into the burlap bag and find a few used silver candles and some jewelry that looked to be made of precious stones. He was curious about where it came from.

'Maybe someone dropped it...' he thought.

Rayman sighed as he went back inside with the bag. He got dressed in a coat and gathered up all his things to get ready for today.

After locking the door of his rental cabin, he figured he should give the burlap sack to the Fairy Council, maybe they will know more about it. Rayman took in a breath and sighed embracing this crisp, autumn air. He now walked onward to his journey through the trail in the depths of the forest. He listened to the soft blows of the winds and birds singing in the trees...unaware of the bloody claw marks and paw prints that are sprawled across the ground below him.