In the deepest part of the forest something stirs. A shadowed shape rises from the ground, as the silver moonlight shines through the tree. A shimmer comes from the clear waters of a small stream.
Where am I?
Looking around I see nothing but the tree of the forest. To my right is a path that leads from the stream beside me to some distant place beyond the forest. What lies past that I can not tell; for the trees, which seem to be endelss, block my sight.
What am I?
I turn to gaze into the stream and am startled by what I see. A werewolf with black feathered wings stares back at me from the stream. Sudenly, a rush of memories reveals to me why I am like this.
I was born a werewolf, and ten years later my life was changed. It was mid winter in the mountain range where my guardian and I lived, and a severe blizzard left the supply route blocked. Rumers earlier that year claimed that the spirit of evil was released from his bonds, and was searching for a host body by which to rebuild his evil empire. After many long nights the blizzard came to an end, and with its end came a much needed supply caravan. Unfortunatly the caravan was not the only thing to come that day. At dusk the rumers became all too true for me, for on that day I was cursed as the host body for the spirit of evil. Due to the curse and the hatred of the nearby village, my guardian and I were forced to move deeper into the mountains. The next few years were spent strugling to hold on to my body.
On my thirteenth birthday, the strugle came to an end. I was out hunting when I doubled over in pain. At first it felt as though my head was being split open, then it felt like my whole body was being ripped apart. The spirit began to consume my flesh and shape it as his own. Though it felt like an eternity only seconds had passed, and before me stood the hallow shel that was once my body. It was not empty for long, as the spirit claimed it as his own. With a look in the direction of my spirit, he dissapeared. From that day on my spirit was left to roam. On what would have been my eighteenth birthday, the imortals granted me anew body.
In the following months, I served as the captain of the guard for the Gate of Eternity. After three months, rumers of war spread across the imortal lands. The spirit of evil had formed an army. Less than a month later, the battle had reached the gate. The fighting waged on with no advances for either side. Word got out that one of our own had been captured. Only later did I realize that they were not captured, but had intead suplied info to our enemy. This misunderstanding cost me everything; I was stripped of my rank and cast into the Abyss. It was during this time that I learned to tap into and use the energy there. Using this energy I created a portal to the real world, to find myself standing here now.
Putting on my armor and gathering my things; I set out on the path. Silence surrounds meand my thoughts are empty, as I walk along the path. The journy that lies ahead is a long and hard one.
I am ready for anything.
I am Raziel Shadowmoon.
Chapter One. Fin.
 Dark Fox Lucien · Tue Jan 15, 2008 @ 09:35pm · 5 Comments |
