Saturday, April 23, 2011

Leenas Dream

This is what happened. What happened as remembered by those who were present and lived to tell.
Those who survived the fury of Fear.

Around him, everything was ruined.
The body of his enemy shone, as if on his skin had landed millions of fireflies dancing in the dark.

He took an easy step. His eyes fixed on the celestial weapon wielded with force in the mans right hand. Strong, but with no bravery.
The sword was trembling in his fingers. He didn't know if it was fear or nervousness, or simply terror inspired by his presence. Maybe all of it.

The demon, his torso naked, defenseless, without any shield but his own hands. And yet he was calm.

He smiled. He seemed to expect his first move.
Another step. The angel strained. He looked into his eyes and noticed his insecurity.
One more. He raised his hands in surrender, but his expression revealed the desire to fight that seized him.

A sharp fang showed up between his lips when a fast and accurate blow disarmed the stunned angel before he had a chance to counterattack.
The face of the demon was drawn with a pride and victory expression. As fast as a breath, his right fist stuck in his enemy's chest, twisting his insides.

The angel could not restrain a cry of pain. Among death rattles, he tried to save himself from the inevitable, to unfold his inmaculate wings and fly away from the cruel fate awaiting for him. But Fear was not willingly letting him go.

He clenched his fist inside the angels chest, his eyes full of rage. And before the light of his soul leaked, floating in the darkness of the night, he peered out a cynical smile, and without regret, ripped off the heart of the celestial being with his bare hands.

His heart became translucid amongst his fingers, catching the last breath of life leaving the divine warrior he had in front of him.
He raised the jewel proudly, shouting his victory to the nocturnal breeze. The huge ruby ​​in which the stolen heart had turned into, glowed with intensity under the silver accusing rays of Mother Moon.

Blood still oozed through his fingers, sliding hot over his skin when, with a creepy smile, the demon hid his trophy between his tattered clothes and disappeared in the depths of the night.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Selenne, Moonlight shine

Against all odds, the small village of Krawl had survived.
Half hidden among the mountain slopes and partially buried by the continued snow avalanches, the tiny village remained, unchanged from the ravages of time.

There had been years since the last time she had passed by, decades perhaps. Now she walked down the wide valley, leaving a faint trail in the vast snow-white carpet that covered the earth.
Half naked, half frozen and barely having the strength to keep going, Selenne rubbed her arms, trying to keep warm.

She blinked several times, trying to bring down the light snowflakes consistently adhered to her lids.
Her breath condensed in her lips nearly at the same instant of breathing, and her fingers tucked under her arms most of the time, began to acquire a cyanotic hint.

She could feel her lips dry. Her soaked red hair hung down over her face, covering most of her vision. She didn't care too much.
It had been hours since she had ceased to feel her feet, and still kept going.

The mirage of her native village persuaded her not to give up, gave her the spark of hope she needed to continue. And yet it was not enough, and she was aware that without fire, or food, would not stand too much.

Her big, liquid silver coloured eyes, rose to admire the sky one more time.
The full moon was watching indifferently from his throne full of stars, deaf to hear her pleas, immune to her exhaustion.

The half-elf let out a groan before losing her consciousness and gave her mind to the darkness depths. The world was finally off for her.
Soon the snow will erase her tracks, and with them, the mere memory of her existence.