6 December 2012
Come on, come on, get out now, we're unde-
Then I heard it, a horrible crack, the crack of bone..
Maeve jumps up and begins to panic
I turn my gaze to the sparkling bracelet on my arm, I'd almost forgotten about it until now
But it looks different, one of the points looks sharper than the rest, like a knife edge and now I know what to do
With one careful slash, I tear the tent edge, creating a gap into the cold snowy wilderness, I step out, through the gap, taking Maeve with me, out into the cold dark.
As I live near here I know my way round rather well, not that thats going to help me at the moment as sounds of magic fill the air, fizzes and pops, clashes and bangs. And the smell of burning, the main building of the tent complex is burning like a north star, illuminating all of its surroundings, people in dark green ravenge the tents, as if looking for something.
Yells can be heard from all sides but then I hear one particular yell, it's onyx, yelling at me from the other side of the clearing, telling me to run, and run and r-
Then I feel a sharp grip catch my shoulders, as I'm thrown to the side by two burly hands, saving my life from a bolt of lightning that hit the air only moments before, I look up to try and see who saved me, but nobody was there.
So I focus my attention on escaping, running to onyx as quick as my feet can carry me through multiple different fights, slipping past 3 men in green whilst doing so.
As I reach onyx I throw myself at him , and at the only way out.
Then I hear it, the sound of drums
The Darkworld Chronicles Chapter 8: Burning, Glistening And The Sound of Drums • Opuss № I