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Story: The Shadow
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Also very good!!! Everyone has some kind of signature way of writing, and I love reading them, and seeing it.
thanks ^^ I'll post chapter 1 later today!
Prologue
The wind was howling through the forest. The leaves weaving in the strong wind that kept on pulling until branches cracked and finally broke. From the branches that hit the ground, erupted a piercing noise that made the animals tremble in fear and left them in despair.
The howling wind certainly wasn’t a good sign. The only possible explanation for this peculiar weather was magic. A very dark kind of magic.
A dark shadow shifted through the forest that same night. A shadow that made not even the slightest sound, that left no evidence of its presence wherever it had been. No living being was aware of its presence.
The one in the circle, the one using the dark magic that caused this unearthly storm, had no idea who or what was coming for him. Nobody knew who was coming until it was too late, until they saw the eyes of the one in front of them, until there dead bodies hit the ground and their white eyes stared into the night. The Shadow, it was called. Since no one alive knew the person behind the black mask, underneath the dark cloth that made The Shadow invisible in the dark nights.
Another branch came down with a thundering sound, the ground shuddered under its weight. The Shadow had moved fast, fast enough to dodge the branch so he wouldn’t be hit to the earth.
The candles which were too far away to be seen, unable to extinguish, gave a glow that stretched out over a incredible distance and that aura was indescribable .
The glare made a person feel warm though at the same time the body went cold because of the lack of energy. The candles only burned because of the magical energy of their owner or, when present, by the spirit of multiple humans.
The Shadow hold still, his breath fast but deep so his mind could clear from the mist that formed in his head.
The mumbling old man on the ground had no idea that he was being surveyed, he had no idea of the terrible danger he found himself in. At the very moment that The Shadow wanted strike, something else happened, something entirely out of The Shadow’s control. One of the trees near the sorcerer began to come down. The sound it created made The Shadow quiver under his cloth. Although this was a warm night, it seemed much colder at that very moment. This not because the Shadow felt anxiety for the old man, but because for once nature seemed to agree with him. Just about always it was clear when it was the Shadows doing when another sorcerer got killed at night, nonetheless on rare occasions such as this it was unable for the authorities to say it was his doing.
A little bit of regret filled the Shadow when he saw the sorcerer’s body got crushed by the gigantic tree. The reason for the remorse was because he thought it a shame that he couldn’t have the honor himself. That he couldn’t look the man in the eyes, see the fear rise from the depth of his soul, and hear the cries for help or mercy. None of those pleasures were meant for the Shadow this night, just the delight of knowing the man died of his own mistakes.