09-28-2018, 02:23 AM
<font color=black>Her mind was already a thing of nightmares.
They had lessoned, but they were still there. Most nights she simply awoke in a cold sweat, her heart hammering and her white-rimmed eyes grasping for anything that could anchor her to reality. It was rare for her nightmares to startle her into the mindless dead run that they used to, but it happened on occasion.
Such as tonight.
The last thing she remembered was dozing off as she stood over her sleeping yearling daughter, Chryseis, safely within their Hyaline home. The night air was cool, but the hum of the insects and the wind as it whispered through the mountains had slowly lulled her to sleep. Her mind slowly went black, and she was content to float in the nothingness of it all.
It was the burning of her lungs that causes her to wake.
Sweat has formed white flecks along her neck and flanks, the sound of rapid hoof beats echoing through the valley, and she can feel the ache in her legs begging her to slow down. Trees flash past her, her solid black form nothing but a shadow racing through the darkness. It isn’t until she begins to fully wake and take in her surroundings that she realizes she has no idea where she is. A heavy fog has rolled in, making it difficult to see; especially when the land was unfamiliar. Gradually, she begins to slow, but it is the sound of the disembodied voice that causes her to slam to a stop. Her sides heaving she spins around, dark brown eyes darting desperately to try and find the source of the voice. <b>”Who are you?”</b> Her voice is like glass shattering in a silent room, and she wonders briefly if the voice had been part of her nightmare. She closes her eyes, focusing as well as she could, but when she opens them again she realizes this was all terribly real.
<I>Tonight I am the one you must defeat.</i> She didn’t know what that meant, but she had a sinking feeling she wasn’t making it home tonight. Cautiously, she steps forward, surveying the area. A disguise? What was that suppose to mean? Her eyes sweep the area, slowly scanning the trees, the brush, the rocks...and what was that over there? With her black head lowered she steps forward, for there, just barely peeking out from under a particular thick pile of brush, were items that she had never seen in Beqanna before. The first item appeared to be a black cloak of some sort; using her to teeth to grasp the cloak and toss it over her back, making sure her head slid through so that it fit across her body like a sheet would on a stabled horse. She isn’t too impressed with this, seeing as how she was black and the cloak was black. But there on the ground was a long, crimson and gold striped scarf, which she could only assume was to be wrapped around her neck. There were two items left. A large pair of glasses, that she had no idea how she would possibly get to stay on her equine head. And then the last item; which she almost mistook for a holly stick. It wasn’t until she lowered her head to examine the glasses more closely that she realizes the stick almost seems to be specifically molded. It was smooth, and just a little less than a foot long. Deciding that she could do without the glasses, she picks up the peculiar stick. In the branches above, a snowy white owl hoots softly at her.
Now, how was she suppose to find him?
She doesn’t think she has ever seen pumpkins in Beqanna, but she is sure they like to grow some place with rich soil, sunlight, and a water source. The meadow? She is still so new, that she does not know many places well, but it was worth a shot. With her cape billowing behind her, she strikes off away from the mountains, and she begins her journey towards one of the more popular gathering places.
They are still in the midst of night when she arrives, or at least, she arrives at some sort of meadow. Trees flank the outskirt, and somewhere she can hear the trickling of a stream. The fog from the mountain seems to have settled across the whole land, and seeing in front of her is difficult. It would have been much easier if she could have just scanned her surroundings well into the distance, but instead she was going to have to search the meadow inch by inch.
Also, why was this owl following her?
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Hi you’re welcome.
They had lessoned, but they were still there. Most nights she simply awoke in a cold sweat, her heart hammering and her white-rimmed eyes grasping for anything that could anchor her to reality. It was rare for her nightmares to startle her into the mindless dead run that they used to, but it happened on occasion.
Such as tonight.
The last thing she remembered was dozing off as she stood over her sleeping yearling daughter, Chryseis, safely within their Hyaline home. The night air was cool, but the hum of the insects and the wind as it whispered through the mountains had slowly lulled her to sleep. Her mind slowly went black, and she was content to float in the nothingness of it all.
It was the burning of her lungs that causes her to wake.
Sweat has formed white flecks along her neck and flanks, the sound of rapid hoof beats echoing through the valley, and she can feel the ache in her legs begging her to slow down. Trees flash past her, her solid black form nothing but a shadow racing through the darkness. It isn’t until she begins to fully wake and take in her surroundings that she realizes she has no idea where she is. A heavy fog has rolled in, making it difficult to see; especially when the land was unfamiliar. Gradually, she begins to slow, but it is the sound of the disembodied voice that causes her to slam to a stop. Her sides heaving she spins around, dark brown eyes darting desperately to try and find the source of the voice. <b>”Who are you?”</b> Her voice is like glass shattering in a silent room, and she wonders briefly if the voice had been part of her nightmare. She closes her eyes, focusing as well as she could, but when she opens them again she realizes this was all terribly real.
<I>Tonight I am the one you must defeat.</i> She didn’t know what that meant, but she had a sinking feeling she wasn’t making it home tonight. Cautiously, she steps forward, surveying the area. A disguise? What was that suppose to mean? Her eyes sweep the area, slowly scanning the trees, the brush, the rocks...and what was that over there? With her black head lowered she steps forward, for there, just barely peeking out from under a particular thick pile of brush, were items that she had never seen in Beqanna before. The first item appeared to be a black cloak of some sort; using her to teeth to grasp the cloak and toss it over her back, making sure her head slid through so that it fit across her body like a sheet would on a stabled horse. She isn’t too impressed with this, seeing as how she was black and the cloak was black. But there on the ground was a long, crimson and gold striped scarf, which she could only assume was to be wrapped around her neck. There were two items left. A large pair of glasses, that she had no idea how she would possibly get to stay on her equine head. And then the last item; which she almost mistook for a holly stick. It wasn’t until she lowered her head to examine the glasses more closely that she realizes the stick almost seems to be specifically molded. It was smooth, and just a little less than a foot long. Deciding that she could do without the glasses, she picks up the peculiar stick. In the branches above, a snowy white owl hoots softly at her.
Now, how was she suppose to find him?
She doesn’t think she has ever seen pumpkins in Beqanna, but she is sure they like to grow some place with rich soil, sunlight, and a water source. The meadow? She is still so new, that she does not know many places well, but it was worth a shot. With her cape billowing behind her, she strikes off away from the mountains, and she begins her journey towards one of the more popular gathering places.
They are still in the midst of night when she arrives, or at least, she arrives at some sort of meadow. Trees flank the outskirt, and somewhere she can hear the trickling of a stream. The fog from the mountain seems to have settled across the whole land, and seeing in front of her is difficult. It would have been much easier if she could have just scanned her surroundings well into the distance, but instead she was going to have to search the meadow inch by inch.
Also, why was this owl following her?
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Hi you’re welcome.