🖤 ~{The Runaway, Masquerade }~ 🖤

prologue

In this world lies a world of masks. A world of darkness, wealth, death, gloom, kindness? Or desire.

One thing is to be decided. Will the people of this world last?

Will they really? It's a question we all ask.

Now. This is a story that takes place in a time where people are divided by section.

People with power and wealth live in the North.

People who live with desire, twisted minds live in the place of the West.

People of darkness and mystery take the place of the South.

And the poor and less fortunate live in the East.

Now this world has magic.

Forbidden forces of magic that certain people can use. It's not something that comes from generics rather something that is gifted to one who deserves it.

This legend starts in the land of the South. Now without a minute to spare. Let the show begin!

~♔~

In the forest of Selvin the trees were dark and lifeless but dense and murky.

The muddy ground was covered in a thick layer of heavy fog.

A rampage of different steps came rushing through the atmosphere. This was followed by a pattern of yells, or shouts.

“Catch him!”

One rang louder than the others as a boy dressed in black ran fastest through the dense wood.

He moved swiftly through the branches like it was.. Normal.

His movements were swift and agile as his feet barely made a sound while he ran.

The people behind him were less graceful and slower but made their way.

All that was heard from them was mostly muffled shouts.

“That boys a soul stealer!”

“Catch him before he can take everyone's life!”

Their voices carried as the boy in front could hear them. All these remarks.. Were they true?

The small boy didn't even know himself. Was he bad? Was he good?

No..

Hide. Hide, just hide.

So he did. He quickly took a right and turned to find some sort of shelter but just as he did his leg was snagged by a large bunch of thorny vines.

He winced.

Could one of these men use — magic? He thought.

No there's no time! He yelled at himself mentally.

He pulled aggressively at the ground and within seconds he pulled the roots of the plant out of the ground.

They snapped where the magic was weakest.

But the thorns stayed put in his skin.
He looked around in a panicked manner

it wasn't long for he found a cave that hid behind a thick growth of sickly pale vines.

He got to his feet and stumbled quickly into the cave, swatting away the vines as he stumbled inside landing flat onto his face, he got up onto his hands and knees.

A cascade of voices and footsteps echoed past

“He went this way!”

“Come on, let's go! Quickly!”