The War Begins (Ocs vs. Creepypasta)

Prologue

The War Begins

The early birds in countryside bustled about as they chirped, their wings fluttering in the trees. Dogs barked and padded down alleyways to scavenge for food. The sun peeked out from a line of mountains, barely illuminating the foggy forest. It was peaceful. It was quiet. Very few people were up at this hour, and everything stood still as if they were waiting for a single noise to begin the silent beat.

And the single beat had finally arrived.
Footsteps sounded through the dark halls of a home in a deserted forest. It's walls were in shambles, and the ceiling was dripping and oozing with old rain water. If anyone had lived there, then they would have probably have died from an infection. Or maybe even a flu. Either way, it looked like no one could possibly live there.

The footsteps stopped in front of one of the houses' bedrooms, the dying sound hesitant before the door was swung open. It revealed a young woman in her late teens, her forehead and neck covered with bloody bandages. Though she looked so young, her eyes said differently. She seemed mournful, and unable to fight the torment she felt every day. For those who have been unlucky enough to meet her, they knew instantly that she was hiding something. Whether it be the way she did not speak or the way she acted around others, they knew she was scared all the time. Even now.

Her eyes falling to the ground, the young woman moved to the side and kept the door open. Behind her came a woman dressed in complete black, save for a few red designs  A woman walked to the center of the room and held her black umbrella by her side, her eyes covered with a black veil. Her eyes scanned the room, her red lips slack in a thin line.

She stepped back to turn to the other person who arrived with her. "It was like this before I arrived, Ellron?"

The young woman, Ellron, shifted her head to the side and flinched from the sound of her name. It was the name she was given. The darkly dressed woman said it suited her better than the one before. But even so, she had to answer. She nodded her head in response.

The dark woman huffed and dropped her gaze to a table, which was covered in dust. "After so many years, you would think this house would be nothing more than a pile of bricks in the forest. But I assume we have the faceless man to thank for that." She looked around the house with distaste. "Although, this house looks a little too preserved in my opinion, I have to hand it to him. I wonder what he uses."

She gracefully placed her hand on the table and slid her hand over the dust, the corners of her red lips falling to a frown before she brought her dusty finger up and licked it.

She tasted it, the taste oddly familiar to her.

"Interesting," She murmured.

Ellron shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unable to look up at the woman. She knew that if she did, the dark woman would see right through her.

"Julian was here earlier like I asked him to, correct?"

Ellron's flinched and her eyebrows furrowed. She had hoped she would not ask that particular question.

Ellron nodded.

"And while he was watching this house, did Julian see anyone enter here?" The woman asked.

Ellron uttered not a single word. Her eyes guiltily watered as she stared at the moldy floor.

The black dressed woman clicked her red nails against her umbrella handle, her eyes observing Ellron with a heavy atmosphere. She then walked up to Ellron and raised up her chin. She wanted to see what was on Ellron's mind, to venture inside her darkest thoughts. But it did not come so easily. Ellron turned away from her touch and kept her eyes on the ground. The dark woman was strong, however, and quickly held her back in place.