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| Post #1 Feb 26 2011, 12:22 AM | Lludeain |
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Prologue It was a dark night; the moon was at its darkest phase. No light shined down upon the quiet village; yet, a stench worse than that of a Fruth’era crept closer to the quiet village. This village was a mining village, the villagers mined for gold, diamonds, and a very rare gem that could only be found thousands of feet underground. This gem held the capabilities of being able to fragment one’s mind into the gem and be stored away for later use; the humans called it the Stone of Memories, the elves called it Ithicur furida Benowyer, Heart of the Fallen One. The dwarves marveled this stone, and dared not give it a name but gave it form. They formed it into their buildings, their statues, and their floors. This stone held many different hues, amber, sapphire, emerald, and topaz. A village boy crept out of his house and headed towards an abandoned warehouse. As he was traveling to the building, he heard a crashing noise and a snarl of a creature he did not recognize. Curious, the boy snuck towards the alley that the noise was heard. As he approached the alley he saw a pair of ruby eyes looking at him, before the boy could utter a sound the creature jumped out of the shadows and tore his throat out. Standing atop the body triumphantly, the fiend howled a voice of victory. This beast was closely related to the wolves of the forest except this creature was jet black, heavier build similar to a bears, and it’s muzzle housed a gruesome row of sharp fangs, two of its rear fangs were overgrown and clung to the outside of its muzzle. A close by villager peeked out his window and gasped. “It’s a Graenor,” frightened, the villager quickly woke up his wife, “Elisa, hurry get up get the children and get in the cellar. A pack of Graenor is almost upon this village!” the man ran to his weapons room in the house and started to carry weapons to the cellar and dropping them in. He ran back to his room and grabbed his sword, Drethark, a blade which never needed sharpening, nor would it break. Elisa, ushering the children into the cellar looked to him, “Fretk, are you coming too? We’re not going to lock this door without you.” She questioned him, looking worried all the time. “In a minute, shut the door and do not open it, unless you hear my voice.” He stared hard at her then turned around. He then heard the scratching of claws on his door, “ Hurry! Close it now!” yelled Fretk. She started to close the door and stopped, “Please be safe.” She closed the cellar door, and you could hear the latch lock shut. Suddenly the door blasted into shreds and a Graenor stepped through the doorway. “Damn you beasts,” the man growled at the creature. “What possessed you to invade our homes and kill our people?” With a roar he charged the creature and slashed its right eye. In a howl of pain the creature jerked back and quickly struck at him, barely missing his arm. The man then slashed upward on the creature making a gash from its throat to the tip of the lower jaw, and in a fluid movement struck down upon the creature slaying the first of many Graenor. Where one died another replaced it, he quickly saw another one headed straight for him as he was in the doorway, with quick movements he jumped to the side and the Greanor launched right past him into the wall of the building. Fretk stood up, panting heavily he readied for the next attack, but he was too late as he let out a scream right before the creature tore out his throat. Elsia hear the bloodcurling scream and gasped, she held the kids closer as she heard footsteps, greaves, by the sound of it. Suddenly the cellar door flew open to reveal a man standing there smiling with the Graenor cowering before him. “Come on out woman, leave the children. I have no desire to kill them.” The man had a scar that stretched from his right temple down to the end of the right jawbone. His smiles showed rows of sharp teeth that seemed more animal than human. His eyes were bloodier than that of the Graenor, and his fingers were almost claws. Elisa instinctively held the two little boys closer as she cried. “Now, now, let them go or I will just have the Graenor kill all three of you.” The man’s smile had quickly changed into a frow and he held out his hand for her to take it. Defiantly the woman screamed for help. “There is no saving you, everyone in the village is already dead, or dying,” Another bloodcurling scream echoed off in the distant, the man laughed. His laughter was really deep, and sounded like it came from his chest that from his throat. “See? Might as well come on up so the children don’t have to see you die, and they can live.” The man looked away in thought, “So long as they do not leave this cellar for two days.” He smiled grimly yet again. Elisa, shaken, let go of the children and turned to them, “Now you boys stay down here as he says. Mommy will try to stop this from happening, and she will not die.” She hugged and kissed them, “Now boys, please be safe.” She turned and headed towards the cellar door. “No mother! I will not let you die and leave us alone, how will we survive?” Cried the eldest boy of seven summers of age. Please give me title ideas from what you see, I'll think on them, and Thank you! Edited by Lludeain, Feb 26 2011, 12:22 AM.
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