Twin Shadows(chapter 1)
#1 of Twin Shadows
This story tells of how Shyde and Rhyna met. They are my two role play characters. (This is the post revision by Felldewan)
It was many, many, many untold years ago during the ancient era of humanity's existence. These years were ones where many things existed that the modern world in the future came to eventually. And it was during this ancient era, it was during these days where there was magic and adventure and memories to be made, that there were two figures - two powerful demons - actually came together. Not only did they meet but they even went on to forge an unbreakable, unfathomable, unbeatable friendship. A friendship that defined them, helped them and made them all the more powerful!
The year was 1250 AD. The day in question was a cool if not pleasant one where the summer air was warm, the sky above was cloudless and all of the world to be seen was bathed golden underneath brilliant father sun's glorious illumination. Yet, where much of the world seemed at peace, where the animals did as they did, where the wind blew through the lands with an easy sigh, there was in fact trouble to be found. It was in a remote, country located village that there was a most audible if not hectic commotion in the works. And in the middle of the commotion, from the midst of the citizens waving their tools, weapons and objects angrily, a figure suddenly charged forth. Breaking free the angry mob that'd formerly encircled him a moment ago, the fleeing figure - with unmatched speed, with fierce strength - outdid everyone who tried to get in its way. It ran with swiftness, it fought with skill, it soon left its opposition eating its dust.
Nevertheless, fuming to himself, with his face red with fury, the leader of the mob - the mayor of the riled up settlement - didn't seem to want to give up on the chase. Rather, waving his own pitchfork over his head, running after the faster than fast figure in the distance, the mayor roared over the furious yells of his trailing fellows, "There! There the demonic bastard goes! Come on! Do not fear him. He's not far off, don't let him get away again!"
However, as the mob scurried forth behind their mayor with renewed if not furious purpose, the stranger that was running from them ceased his efforts in retreating. Rather, standing his ground, with his eyes set and his hair waving in the gentle breeze, he faced down the angry townsfolk. he didn't say anything. Not for a while anyhow where there was tense silence shared between everyone; foe and ally alike.
Finally, the youth that'd been running from the townspeople spoke his mind. He voiced a question rather than a threat, mind. His words seemed a bit surprising for everyone to hear. "What is wrong with all of you? Why do you wish to kill me? Did I not promise all of you no harm? Did I not promise you, mayor, sir, that I only wanted to help you? Nothing more?"
"Yeah, right Shyde!" The mayor exclaimed, gritting his teeth. He was clearly not pleased with this youth, with this stranger who had been fleeing town one moment and now was standing his ground the next. "We know what you are! We know what kinda promises you make! The worst kind."
"I have done nothing to you, mayor, nor to your people. I will not have to if you allow me to leave at this moment without further trouble." The strange youth explained, stepping back as he spoke. He became grimmer when the townsfolk pushed forward at seeing his retreat, their eyes glowing menacingly. Could this not work out for the better? Could they not let him go peaceful like? He hadn't done anything wrong. "I haven't done anything wrong. Nothing. Which is an accomplishment on my part, trust me. All of you are consumed by anger over nothing that has happened. This doesn't need to end this wa..ngh"
Yet, as the youth was finishing his sentence, just as he looked to renew his efforts in escaping, he felt an ominous "stinging" sensation prick the back of his neck. In turn, with his eyes instantly fuzzing over, with his senses numbing, he fell to his knees with a grunt. Yet, just as he was falling to the ground, just as the townsfolk were rushing towards him angrily, the young man's eyes turned to his right where... he witnessed a woman lowering a blowpipe from her lips in the distance.
Ah, poison had been used on him. What a sneaky trick. Either way, the trick had worked... and now he was going to be in a bit of trouble when he woke up. IF he woke up anyway, what with the townspeople upon him all of whom looked ready to kill him at once. Over what though? Nothing... nothing had been... done... wrong...