EternalRaine323
They say there lay a small path, no longer then 15 feet, in the northern forest. That like tonight, on the Harvest moon, on this empty path, the count will suddenly appear. The count whom had saved humanity after having defeated the horrible merciless Goranzo, whom had brought all of humanity to its knees into only 2 years. Not only did he defeat Goranzo but he created safe zones around city boundaries to protect what was left of humanity from the monsters and abominations of Dr. Gradzer, forcing them to stay in the forests or die by Black fire if they dare cross the line. Only human and machine can pass in and out the safe zone.
They say that there, near that path every few Harvest moons, the Count appears. Dressed in his usual attire, black from head to toe. His long black hooded coat never changing; always hiding even too his lower jaw. Just pacing back and forth. Its said that there, while in the presence of the Count one can make any wish come true... any wish.
But who listens to an old tale like that still?
Despite the old tale, there is one, one who had ventured out to the northern forest! One who seeks his/her wish to come true.
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Haven ventured far into the forest of the north, even though the night is dark, the harvest red moon still penetrates the darkness of the forest. As if premonition of a hybrids attack, it seemed as if the moon provided its guest with a red flash light to guide his/her way. Illuminating the forest with a devilish glow, even as the guest trudged the long distance, such eery atmosphere would not deturre them.
It was then, in the distance, the forests guest would see a sudden change in the growth and lack of plants. In front of them, large long trees reached so far up to the sky it was a wonder how the moon was penetrating what leafs were reaching towards her(the moon). With the lack of bush and saplings, it would feel as if a fawn stood before an open field at hunting season. The trees were so tall and thick that there was no room for other plants to grow, that each tree had seemingly moved away from each other just so that they could grow with out having to merge with another.
Moss had grown like wild fire, covering the ground without a single patch of earth left to see. The air here was damp, the ground still fluffy with last weeks rain. Looking further out, the forest seemed to continue ever forwards, endlessly. Like a maze with no exit, it seemed hopeless to continue forwards. After all, there hadn't been any signs of hybrids yet, entering such a wide place would risk true exposure... But so, even with hopeless atmosphere, the guests continues on.
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Hours? Was it minutes? Or was this some trick? Having walked endlessly, was there even one thought of hope left?
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Trudging onwards, the Harvest moon still as bright as ever, one would wonder if they were dreaming. Even more so, as suddenly up a head, a true clearing appeared. Long lush grass swayed in the breeze caught in the small clearing, no larger then 40 feet. There, in the middle of the circular clearing, there some one stood.
Standing tall at 9 feet, a figure of a man. A long cloak like coat seemed to fit his shape perfectly. His arms long, his fingers even longer, both covered by the same looking fabric. At ground level, the stranger wore black boots as well, fitting the path he stood in rather perfectly for their size. The path he stood in no longer then 15 feet long, in a strait line, he stood silently. Hiding what was above his shoulders a truly long black hood.
"I've...can-... to"
The words came so softly that the light wind seemed to carry them off. The hood lowered suddenly as the man seemed to hang his head, then raised it, and turned slowly to face the stranger whom had come so far, just to seek some legend, all ready half true.
