Well this is the prologue for a story I wrote ages ago, but I thought I'd post it now because this forms getting kind of empty sweatdrop
Oh and it might not look it, but it is actually one whole page (I just previewed it, and it looked really short eek )
A stifled scream echoed through the shadowy darkness of the night,
“Breathe deeply; everything is going to be all right”. A second scream made the woman sit up in dismay, there suddenly cradled in the muscular arms of the man opposite lay a small bloody baby screaming with every breath it took. Crawling over the women placed a single finger on the baby’s lips, all was quiet again.
Lifting the boy, the women stared deeply into his deep red intelligent eyes. She hugged him ever closer, staring at his back, tears in her eyes. The man just stared on blankly,
“You know we cannot keep him.” Were the only words the baby heard his father say. The mother looked up into her husband’s eyes and saw deep sadness and longing, but then she gazed back at the baby. She wouldn’t leave the boy, she couldn’t. But she had to.
They came two weeks later, they knew about him. Mere shadows of the night they slipped past the sleeping villagers, across the rooftops. Then, they stopped at a house, which although looked the same as the others in the long row had been the scene of an incredibly event. The birth of a legend.
The mother and father didn’t hear them coming, but the boy did. He could hear their feet lightly pattering on the roof, and then the knock on the door. Standing up the man walked to the old battered door and opened it with a slight bow. He motioned to the boy, then simply stepped out of their way.
“Please, allow us one more minute to bid farewell to the boy” the mother pleaded with the looming shadowy figures, a vague shake of what could have been its head allowed her to take a small cord from her pocket. Hot salty tears rolled down her cheeks as she placed the cord round the boy’s neck, the thin metal plate attached shone in the moonlight. With that done, she lifted the boy into the beasts outstretched arms, it smiled a large toothy grin which sent a chill down the woman’s spine. They turned and retreated back into the shadows of the village. Then, came the blunder that caused the group of shadowy beasts to later scream the babies name into the heavens.
Jumping onto the rooftop, the main shadow creature motioned to the others, they were leaving. And the group would have left the village in that instance, if the baby had not suddenly squirmed at the moment of jumping from one roof to another; because of that small movement the shadow creature lost his cargo. The small baby plummeted down into a cold, stony alley. The shadow beasts soon were upon the street, large shadowy visions of misshapen men reflected across the alley walls. But the baby was no where to be seen, he had already been taken.
He had been found and taken to a house similar to the one he had been in only minutes before. The elderly woman gazed at the dark red scales on his back which glistened in the light and marvelled at the leathery wings covered in scales which sprouted from his back. All the while the baby just stared back with intelligent eyes, watching the woman’s every move. Eventually the elderly lady noticed the cord round his neck, the strip of metal had a small symbol indented on one end and on the other was written a single word, Octima. Although the woman had learned only one language other than English, she knew what that meant. Dragon.
Oh and it might not look it, but it is actually one whole page (I just previewed it, and it looked really short eek )
A stifled scream echoed through the shadowy darkness of the night,
“Breathe deeply; everything is going to be all right”. A second scream made the woman sit up in dismay, there suddenly cradled in the muscular arms of the man opposite lay a small bloody baby screaming with every breath it took. Crawling over the women placed a single finger on the baby’s lips, all was quiet again.
Lifting the boy, the women stared deeply into his deep red intelligent eyes. She hugged him ever closer, staring at his back, tears in her eyes. The man just stared on blankly,
“You know we cannot keep him.” Were the only words the baby heard his father say. The mother looked up into her husband’s eyes and saw deep sadness and longing, but then she gazed back at the baby. She wouldn’t leave the boy, she couldn’t. But she had to.
They came two weeks later, they knew about him. Mere shadows of the night they slipped past the sleeping villagers, across the rooftops. Then, they stopped at a house, which although looked the same as the others in the long row had been the scene of an incredibly event. The birth of a legend.
The mother and father didn’t hear them coming, but the boy did. He could hear their feet lightly pattering on the roof, and then the knock on the door. Standing up the man walked to the old battered door and opened it with a slight bow. He motioned to the boy, then simply stepped out of their way.
“Please, allow us one more minute to bid farewell to the boy” the mother pleaded with the looming shadowy figures, a vague shake of what could have been its head allowed her to take a small cord from her pocket. Hot salty tears rolled down her cheeks as she placed the cord round the boy’s neck, the thin metal plate attached shone in the moonlight. With that done, she lifted the boy into the beasts outstretched arms, it smiled a large toothy grin which sent a chill down the woman’s spine. They turned and retreated back into the shadows of the village. Then, came the blunder that caused the group of shadowy beasts to later scream the babies name into the heavens.
Jumping onto the rooftop, the main shadow creature motioned to the others, they were leaving. And the group would have left the village in that instance, if the baby had not suddenly squirmed at the moment of jumping from one roof to another; because of that small movement the shadow creature lost his cargo. The small baby plummeted down into a cold, stony alley. The shadow beasts soon were upon the street, large shadowy visions of misshapen men reflected across the alley walls. But the baby was no where to be seen, he had already been taken.
He had been found and taken to a house similar to the one he had been in only minutes before. The elderly woman gazed at the dark red scales on his back which glistened in the light and marvelled at the leathery wings covered in scales which sprouted from his back. All the while the baby just stared back with intelligent eyes, watching the woman’s every move. Eventually the elderly lady noticed the cord round his neck, the strip of metal had a small symbol indented on one end and on the other was written a single word, Octima. Although the woman had learned only one language other than English, she knew what that meant. Dragon.
