A dark room was alit by a single small lantern that hung from a slightly tilted wooden desk, the brown of the wood overtaken by a rainbow of different colors all splotched about .
The flame inside the lantern was small and thin, however, its beautiful dance gave just enough light to see the room clearly.
Beside the colorful table lay a small bed, in the middle of the room, the sheets, like large mountains covering a not so large person.
The dim light of the lantern managed to shine just bright enough to bother the sleeping "giant" to thrust her out of slumber.
With a whispered groan from her, the girl's eyes fought their way through her desire to get a few more moments of sleep and peace, finally opening and revealing her fiery eyes.
Just like the small flame inside the lantern, there was a fire dancing in the girl's eyes violently.
It was not a peaceful flame, not elegant and beautiful. It was rageful, brought destruction and sorrow along.
After a few blinks to acclimate her eyes to the room and its surroundings, the young one forced her legs to move and keep her standing from her bed.
Instinctively walking around the bed into a small little room coated in ceramic, the white itself shining like the skies of their neighboring world.
While following her morning routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face the young Monolyx woman looked into the mirror.
She had smooth and soft dark skin, her hair was a dark brown that was nearly as dark as a black hole, trapping all light within it. The only thing not dark in her hair were the fiery-orange tips that clung to the ends of her pigtails.
After washing her mouth and face once more she lifted her head and opened her mouth, tongue sticking out, revealing a large scar surrounding the base of her tongue.
The scar covering all sides of her tongue formed a ring that had faded and worn with age, just like a tree.
Yes, she was like a tree, standing firm and not bending even in the toughest of winds and conditions. Always providing the people with something of need, casting a shadow over anyone that simply needed to hide away.
Hide away from those eyes on them, ready to snatch any of them at a moments notice.
Exiting her bathroom the girl went to her closet and picked out her usual attire, a simple black jeans jacket and dark pants. Something casual that still kept her body covered and hidden.
The last thing she'd done was open the blinds to her room, letting the beautiful day sky of the purple-blue stardust and the bright white stars shine into it, giving it life as the light of the lantern finally died.
Once out of her room the dark-skinned girl walked down a large hallway, the large windows beside her revealing a view of a small village in the distance, hiding inside a valley surrounded by a natural wall of mountains.
The Sanctuary was where she had been offered to live, though she chose to stay in the palace of Cyril, a friend of hers. There were too many people at the village for her, too many eyes looking at her, judging her.
In the palace there were only a few workers, and other's of Cyril's friends. Friends she was about to meet for breakfast.
Stopping in front of two large black metal doors her fiery eyes observed the golden mountain and star patterns engraved into them. At the frames of the gate-like doors hung golden metal thorns.
Taking a deep breath to prepare she knew that at the very least her only friend was there too to support her and calm her nerves.
Taking a single step forward the doors opened on their own.
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Tales of The Nightborne: The Reign Of Ashes
FantasyCYRIL IS A WARRIOR He has lived many lives, mastering the art of survival and war. But like all who have faced his grandfather's ruthless reign, he dreads the shadow of his past. Cyril will soon learn that reclaiming his future will come with untold...
