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#1  The Forgotten Graveyard Okay, need to remake this thread as it won't let me post in the other one, which for some reason has no posts, not even my original. Anyway, I am putting Bandit Princess on hold for now for this project. Its a darker tone than the other, plus I proof read it this time. Enjoy my Prologue. (This Prologue has been Proof REad by Sephirothishere) The dark clouds shrouded the sky completely. Thick rain poured over the graveyard as the sound of loud thunderous booms filled the air. The graves themselves were scattered across the muddy grounds with no discernable pattern. No one had even planted grass in this graveyard; no flowers could be seen decorating any of the graves. It was as though this graveyard had been abandoned and forgotten by the people. However one boy stood in front of a single gravestone. Even with the howling winds and the heavy rain, the boy remained unmoving. He looked as though he could be no older than 12. Standing straight up, the dark haired green-eyed boy only stared at the gravestone with a look of despair in his eyes. It was unbefitting of a boy so young. Standing there in his worn brown tunic, and his tattered baggy pants, that looked as they had been made from a burlap sack, waved in the wind, he spoke softly. However his voice could not be heard over the elements that raged about him. That is until his last word. His last word, not as in his last word in front of the stone, but his last words in life. While soft, this last word could be heard clearly. The young boy muttered, “Father,” before his body collapsed like a rag doll. And even now, there was no one there. The boy passed away alone in the middle of a forgotten graveyard, where not even the ravens cawed. Yet strangely, even under such circumstances, the body of the dead boy seemed strangely at peace. A light smile could be seen on his face, not that there was anyone around to take notice. So content in death, his body was left alone in this forgotten graveyard. Last edited by NeoCracker; 05-01-2007 at 11:33 AM. |
04-29-2007, 10:22 PM
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| | Next Chapter, Proof Read by Agrias. Chapter 1: A Contract in Blood The sun was shining brightly high up in the Sky. A gentle breeze rustled through the grass of the seemingly endless plains. Under normal circumstances, this would seem to be perfectly ordinary. However something in this normally beautiful scenery was out of place. Trudging through the plains was a seriously injured man. The mans short brown hair was ragged and messy. His cut up and dusty face ran with lines of blood coming down from the top of his head. The Hard leather armor that covered his torso was torn to ribbons as if it was clawed and ripped a ferocious beast. His bare and bloody right arm dangled at his side as his left hand tightly clutched his other arm. While still holding scraps of stained clothing, his left arm seemed in a condition almost as bad as his other. Barley able to move, he trudged along pulling himself mostly with his right leg, as his left leg was dragging and shaking, barely able to move due to the many visible. Thinking he was dead, he trudged down the plains for one reason. A voice had come to him. “Just a little farther, just a little farther and I can save you from the pain.” He had no Idea what was going on. The only thing he knew is he wanted the pain to stop. He was willing to do almost anything to stop the pain. “”You are here,” came the strange whisper in his mind. The man didn’t notice anything, “Look down”, It came again. When he did so, he noticed a stone tablet on the ground, that seemed to be part of the ground itself. He wondered why he didn’t notice it before, as its size was immense. It stood 5 inches in height, and expanded several feet in length. Odd ruins made up the text of the tablet, not that he could translate their meaning. The lettering that covered only the top half as he could see. The remainder of the tablet had names drawn in a dark red and near the bottom. And near the bottom where he stood was the only part that had a space. “With your own blood, sign yourself over to me,” returned the voice, “You will become one of my servants in the mortal Realm. If you do so, your pain will be gone.” Desperately, the man tried to ask whom the strange voice was, however through the searing pain of his wounds, he was unable to speak. The voice replied as if he knew what the man was thinking, “I am lord Formido, and I only wish to restore the balance between the worlds of life and death”. Again the man tried to ask a question, but still was unable to give a response. Yet another time, the voice said, “A being who is dead walks the earth. His presence there disrupts the balance. I am not allowed to interfere with the workings of your realm, so I would like for you to destroy him there, so he will return to me.” The man had no Idea if he could believe the voice, but had little choice. With no more hesitation, he moved his bloodied hand over to the tablet. Using the fresh blood on his fingertips, he wrote down the name Takashi Fubaru. Now promptly read and comment |
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