8 May 2012
Introduction Silent as the night, the Druid's lips parted to reveal two lines of gleaming white teeth. From her mouth, the words she did utter were those of misfortune and dread. The person for who these words were directed was sitting on an aged treestump in front of her. The person was a man named Portivo. His hair glistened in the sun as if it were surrounded by fireflies. As he heard those terrible words, he shuddered as if an unseen presence had walked over his grave. Apart from that sharp shudder, he was completely motionless and his eyes stayed staring blankly into the distance.
I wrote this sometime ago but came across it lately and decided to post it up on opuss :) I did write more but those first lines were much better and had more feeling in them :) hope you enjoyed... If you did then click like! :)
The Druid's Lips • Opuss № I