There are passing conversations in a busy hallway, amidst the sounds of thundering footsteps.
"We need to set the reader to-..."
"I don't care, figure it out now or-..."
"Sir I have the files from-..."
"Get him on the phone NOW-!"
"Did you hear? No? You won't believe it-..."
"The demons contacted us."
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Two men face one another at a complete standstill.
One with furrowed brows, white knuckles and a subtle shake in his legs. His men stand on guard behind him.
The other; a tall, gray skinned man with a single jagged horn protruding from the left side of his head. He stands at ease, a calm look on his face and a gentle smile. His shadow stretches across the table.
The two remained at a standstill for several weeks. The human man unwilling to trust in the strangers words. He spoke of other worlds, peace and co-living. The human shifted his gaze towards the horn. The shadows the man cast over him just by standing in his presence. He tells him that he will discuss with his men, and the tall grey man takes his leave.
A yellow, electric-like light zips through the horn, condensing upon reaching the tip, and the man pinches the light between his fingers. He flicks it towards the wall, and it expands into a tall disc that he steps through. It shrinks, then disappears.
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The decision came as no surprise, if you understand the history of humanity. Entire towns were lost to a war the humans started.
The war against the demons.
The human man, with his men, and his shaking legs, and white knuckles, gave the command to attack when he saw the power those beings from another world possessed. His fear took hold of him, and it became humanity's downfall.
But that comes with time.
It started out with a bang, then it turned quiet. The silence of the world was deafening.
The silence of a world by itself.
Waiting.
But they couldn't wait, and they wouldn't waste opportunity. The silence gave them time. They took the silence as their chance, and made their moves, and made.
But what they made was...
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Riftwalkers (Draft 1)
FantasíaA world in some ways like our own, and at the same time quite different. When the two collide, the residents are faced with one another in a way never previously conceived. B-13 is part of a special unit designed to take down one specific enemy. He...
