The lone figure walked towards the castle, their gait slow, back bent and a walking stick in their hand. The robe that covered them was thin and ratty, a brown color caked with mud around the ends. The heavy rain fell in big droplets and moist could be felt in the air.
„Who seeks entrance?" The guards asked when the figure finally came to the gate. The gryphons loomed over them, making shadows that came alive for a moment, snapping at the person under the cloak. The guards took no notice.
„I wish to speak to the king." The voice was scratchy and coarse, but there was a feminine touch to it as well. The guards exchanged a look, both agreeing that the old lady was nuts. The one with light blue eyes spoke.
„The king does not expect visitors today, he is currently dining and cannot be disturbed." The old lady pulled down the hood, revealing long, silky silver hair and pale, wrinkly face. Her eyes were violet and her smile sinister.
„That's too bad." She snapped her bony fingers and the guards slumped to the ground, both fast asleep. She passed right through the gates, as if they weren't even there, and shooed away the snipping shadows.
She was again stopped at the grand doors that would lead her to her goal. The guards did not stand a chance. The mud fell to the floor as she walked to the grand dining room and many eyes turned to her when she entered. The king stood up, his chair rattling to the floor.
„Who are you and how did you enter?" The cloak fell, revealing the old lady, her violet eyes glinting in the light.
„That is of no importance m' lord, the question is; why am I here." She walked towards the king as fast as her old body would let her and stopped a few feet in front of him.
„Why are you here then?" The old lady smiled.
„I am here to warn you, m' lord. Very soon you will have the chance to either take revenge or to set things right. Choose wisely m' lord, or great misfortune shall befall you." There were several shouts of rage around the room and guards rushed forward.
„How dare you peasant threaten our king." The smiled vanished from her face,taking away her wrinkles, leaving behind only smooth, pale skin. They watched frightened as the woman straightened up and turned young. Her hair turned golden and spilled in soft waves to the ground. The muddy cloak fell from her shoulders, revealing a beautiful silver dress that flowed to the floor, azure gems creating a crown on her head.
„I assure you, if I wanted to threaten you, you would've known." Her voice was alluring yet powerful. She turned back to the king that couldn't move.
„Heed my words." Turning into a shadow she dissolved before their eyes.
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Heavy footsteps thumped on the ground, the birds, scared, flying out of their hiding places. Several, heavy equiped men trekked through the forest, heavy guns resting on their backs. Wide ropes hung from their shoulders and knives were strapped to their sides. All men were muscular and towered well over six feet. They were the search party, looking for the survivors of the great fire that ravaged the small, yet well known Ha Ki village. The fire burned almost everything to the ground, only the stone walls, although charred, were left standing.
They already searched the village, closing their eyes. Not able to stomach the sight some even puked. There were so many bodies, flesh and blood scattered through the ashes, intestines hanging out of open stomachs, bones black and ashen from the fire, skulls of all sizes scattered through rubble. Limbs thrown around, skeletons twisted in unnatural positions. The smell of burnt flesh was sickening and the irony stench of blood repulsing.
They hadn't found any survivors so they set out towards the forest. They almost lost hope of finding anyone when they noticed a passed out figure sleeping among the bushes. The figure was adorned in ratty but black clothes, on which were some splatters that were probably blood, burned in some places and ripped in other. What seemed to be very pale skin was marred with blood and dirt.
They realized it was a boy of no more than eighteen, with dark blue hair that seemed black and lithe figure. Their eyes grew wide when they noticed a pair of feline ears that lay against his head and a tail that lay limp beside him. Their hearts beat faster when they noticed nails that were hard claws and gleaming fangs that were wicked sharp tools of murder.
That was not human by any means. When they looked closer they couldn't find any signs of wounds on the creatures skin. The blood that stained it wasn't his. And with every shallow breath the creature took their heartbeats increased.
A look was passed between the hunters and when the sign was given ropes and guns flew. A pair of glowing, dark eyes snapped open and the man that was closest to the creature spouted five long gashes across his chest. Blood seeped from the wounds that were deep, but weren't fatal.
Others shot the creature and they watched fascinated as the wounds started to heal the moment they were made. They tied it with rope before it could jump at them, its strength almost overpowering.
They wrestled the creature they had found into a cage that was attached to their cart. They were all spouting several cuts and gashes and blood stained their clothes. Several of them narrowly escaped the sharp fangs that gleamed in sunlight and itched for something to kill.
No talk was needed for them to understand that this needed to be shown to the king.
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He was running through a storm, the grass whipped around his feet and wind blew on his cape. His brown reddish eyes tried to follow the voice. The beautiful, soft voice that he somehow heard over the billowing winds. The voice that belonged to his deceased wife. The grey clouds suddenly disappeared and he found himself standing on a cliff, beside him a figure clad in a white dress that shone silver under the full moon. Her soft brown eyes found his and he touched her face, few tears escaped his eyes.
„M-Midori?" He barely choked out. „I-Is that y-you?"
She smiled at him and nodded her head. He could not but stare at her.
„I have come to warn you, Tsumugu." Her smile vanished and her face suddenly grew eerie.
„Do not seek revenge for it shall befall the wrong soul." Her gaze was full of sadness as she continued.
"For if you do you shall call the wrath of the devil upon your kingdom." His breath hitched as he realized that this advice would save his life.
Her figure began to fade and he could only call pitifully for her. Her soft brown eyes the last thing he saw before darkness overtook him.
„Thread carefully, my love."
Ok, heres another chapter, I'm sorry I didn't update earlier, I had it all written but my internet is not up yet and I'm currently connected to a very pricey mobile connection. I made a hot spot on my mobile. Anyways I get internet on Wednesday so go then and see if I updated...
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