Blackened Rue - Part One
Thunder struck the small town of Ontarian, as the days of darkness grew closer into the shadows. The sky boomed, as the small wooden huts and shop stalls were pelted with endless rain. An emmense growl shook the sky, darkened shapes forming on the horizon. They alighed softly on the cobblestone path, eyes glowing like fire in the night, feathers made of stomy clouds. Shadow-made beaks, sharp as a soard's point. Bird-dragons of evil. Armor met stone as their riders ambled down the paths, armor like liquid silver.
As the armored demons walked down the path, hushed voices and erie silences filled the air. Familes hushed, curled up, hiding as if the demon-kings would lash out at any untimely movement. Soon, they dissappeared, one by one, fading into the shadows of the castle. It loomed overhead, casting a shadow on all of the town. It radiated evil as, on quiet nights, distant screams of torture and pain could be heard from the dungeons and main halls. As everyone knows, the spindly gates mark the point of no return.
Soon, as the weakened sun rose apon the small town, it seemed to come back to life. Marketplaces opened up, letting the fresh sunlight filter in. The town forgot about demon-kings and the great castle. Even the forest, barren by night, seemed full of life, as deer and other animals dance between the trees. This is where our story begins.....
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