Wind blew through the luscious forest. Squirrels and Chipmunks quarreled over nuts, acorns and berries and hid their finds in their nests or hollows. Wolves sprinted across the meadows that were scattered across the large island, giving way to flowers of beauty and grace. The moon glowed overhead, its pale light and the stars around its shining face giving light to the night.
On the peak of the largest hill stood a marble temple. It looked to be new yet it had stood there for fourteen million years, unyielding to the elements of the earth and sky. Fire blazed in metal stands at the entrance, one on each side. This temple was an old temple were the inhabitants of this island, Light Island, had prayed and worshipped to the spirits that had created life in the world that was once a dark and cold void of nothingness.
The marble temple had a fountain of water inside. Its water shimmered as moonlight streamed in from the open ceiling above, the moons pale face wavering on its surface. Legend told that the water held in the fountain was no ordinary water though. It was told that it was water taken from the streams of the spirits, were no mortal had ever gone unless they had died. If ever destroyed, the spirits would be able to feel it within their life forces, were it might even destroy one of them. The legend was told as a myth though, yet it seemed too realistic in the eyes of the civilians.
A shadow suddenly stretched across the fountain, the moons face shining brighter in the shadowed water. A figure stood in the entryway of the temple, the silhouette unmoving and still. The figure started to walk into the temple, its emerald green eyes yielding no sign of emotions. Its arms hung loosely against its sides, yet feathers softly billowed up from where two long appendages stretched from its shoulders to the ground. Its feet struck the ground with a small clicking sound. Where feet should've been was a pair of talons, the claws hitting the ground softly. The appendages connected to its shoulders were soon discovered to be wings as the figure stepped into the gaze of the moon.
The human-like bird stood for a few mere moments in the gaze of the light, a small smile showing on its beak. The bird, human-like, wore a red tank-top with low-cut shorts. Its feathers were red with black tips, its body a bright red. The human-like bird stared into the ancient fountain, its reflection wavering in the spiritual water. The birds head was like a cardinals, black feathers curling around its eyes from the tip of the back of its head to its beak and emerald green eyes.
Using the five feathers at the tips of its wings the bird gripped the edge of the marble fountain, leaning over the water and staring at its reflection even closer than before. The water seemed to shimmer for the slightest moment, another older image of the bird on its surface, before it showed the reflection of the figure once more. The human-like bird growled in frustration.
"Stupid fountain!" the human-like bird shouted, the voice female. Her words rang through the temple and reverberated off the marble walls, bouncing back at the cardinal. "All you ever do is show me the same image over and over! Why can't you show me something else for once!?" The female's voice cracked on the last word, tears filling her emerald green eyes. With a shaky voice she kept going. "All I want is answers. Can I not even get that, or does fate distrust me more than I think."
Of course, the fountain did not respond. The cardinal chuckled before looking down at the marble floor. Her bright red and black tail twitched irritably as thoughts and memories raced through her mind, some confusing her more than they should have. She sighed in defeat and turned to walk away when the fountain suddenly spoke to her.
"Nyra . . ."
The cardinal, Nyra, looked back at the fountain in surprise, her emerald green eyes scanning the fountain for answers. "H-hello?" Nyra turned her body to face the fountain, her eyes scanning the shadows for anyone else who might've followed her there. Her wings reached into the sky as she prepared to take off. Whoever was here was either here to observe her or get her . . . and she didn't want either one.
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New World: The Darkness Rises (Discontinued for Time Being)
FanfictionRobotic World has been in a constant threat since the dawn of time. Darkness, a dark spirit of death, known by many names, has risen once more to try to claim the world as his own. Light Spirit, the one who created the first world of the Universe, m...
