A thick dark mass of cloud stretched from one end of a ruined city to the other in a nice round circle. Like a black bubble preventing entry or exit to any. There was a small opening in the Sacred glade, however it was guarded by the kings strongest brutes. The King mrely human had taken claim over a once peaceful land of lush a green forest. Where the people were ne with their surrounding. Pure of blood and able to move the earth how they willed it. Now it's darkness consuming every last green, every tree, even shrubs didn't last. The land was covered with a fine powdery dust. And the fumes it created cursed those who breathed it in. Turning them into something darker. Tainting their very blood. Stripping them of their ability to move the earth once more.
You'd think a Rebelion would be insued by this. Well, yes. It had. And it had failed Miserably. They came to attack the king and he'd done something they did not expect. He took all that is green in this earth and expelled it from this plane. Draining the power source of the very rebelion that stood against him. They fled. The king sent his guards to kill whom they could. They were almost 90% effective. The few who remain found another way out, and left those who didn't fight or those who didn't make it behind.
Using so much magic can weaken you, the king nearly died. But his survival caused the Turning of the remaining citizens. Their tainted forms becoming one in mind and heart with the king's twisted ideals. Some turned into demons, others took the forms of lizards or dogs. Some managed a new form with wings.
In the sacred glade where the taint dust is least effective, and the only known door out of this place is but a few feet away, laid a girl. On the ground. Her stomach she laid against to see rightside up what her thoughts danced around. A few blades of dead grass. A blessing in disguise. Grass always had a way popping out. She smiled, her black bangs obscurring her vision. The rest of her white hair fell down her back. She put her hands around the blades as she knew physicaly touching them would brake them instantly.
She concentrated on her ability to make it grow. When nothing happened she changed her concentration to maing it stretch. Manipulation the structue within gently with her mind. The blades appearing to grow taller, when th reality of it was that they had been strainging itself to pullits design and structure taller. The strain was indeed to much and Rhysta knew she'd over done it. the blades dusted into noting infront of her. Her only little blassing gone. The reason she couldn't make it grow was the lack of water.
Sudden a woosh sound caught her attention. Like a flapping of great wings. She rooled over and looked at the dark sky. Nothing. Another woosh and she got to her feet. The guards who were near by were unnerved by the wings as well, because it came from the black clouds.
"Oy!" One of them shouted. "Piss off! This could be trouble!" He didn't say so he'd be saving her. He wanted the fight. He relished any type of action that made an appearance around his post. And Rhysta did not need to be told twice. She was off faster than he'd finished his sentence. Making her way to the ruins of a mansion near by. The woosh close on her tail. whatever it was. Damn it all, it was following her.
Meloniestar1 · Fri Feb 08, 2008 @ 07:46pm · 0 Comments |