Far Storms and Great Storms often forming, creating the magic of this world.
Ten kingdoms, each having had one ruler that lived for millennium.
Ten people, soon to meet, and form separate groups.
Criminals, A King's Assassin, Merchants, an Explorer...
YOOOOOOOO POGGERS MOMENT- My name's Nobody- ngl is not gonna lie- and foreshadowing! of, like, your lives?? I guess??
Nobody...? Hm. "Sure, alright. And what caused this.. foreshadowing? Who else are you talking about?" Poggers..? Whatever, I can't find anyone when looking around, and can't tell which direction the voice is coming from, someone has to be nearby... But why can't I find them... "Where are you? And why are you talking to me?"
I move to start looking around.
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I sigh, moving through the halls, I had gotten the new bones as told, though would rather not have, I had grown used to the old bones, as I reached the exit to the castle I stepped out into The Mists, though there were some advantages to these bones, they were much quieter and people did not pay as much attention.
It's been a While Error! hi!! Finally! By Mother, took you a while to come out during the night You haven't been out at night in quite a long time, why?
I look around The Mists, "So it has. Apologies for being gone so long... The King, I do not like him and what he orders, but you all know..."
Weird, it's weird that you listen to someone you don't like! I do not understand why you do Unfortunately Strange, Why not kill The King? Error has stated why he does not kill The King..
"That I have... Though I do wish The King was gone, he's been wanting to rid of the use of Stormdrop, though why I do not know. Nor do I know what he plans to replace it with..." I continue my walk, listening to The Mists talk about things they notice, and what I had said, along with who knows what else...
The Mists always are rather strange, who is the one they refer to as Mother? What caused them? Why are they alive? They come every night, and disappear when the day comes. They seem kind, and yet... I ignore the scream, and yet they also end many lives, I can find no reason why they do...
And no pattern in who, except it seems every time it is the first time the person goes into The Mists, from what I have gathered at least. but not everyone who enters The Mists dies, else I doubt humans would be around, or at least as many as there are. Nevermind that I have seen Merchants, Storm-gatherers, and others moving through The Mists, unharmed. Not many, but enough.
I walk over to the, now dead, body. Humans will likely blame creatures that live at night for this, they always seem to, not knowing that The Mists cause these deaths, and always blaming those that can steal one's form. Which is, unfortunate, I wish they knew of The Mists being alive and causing these deaths, though I suppose that would only increase fear of going out and staying out at night.
Made drawing while bored in class, cause why not work on plot during class-
