Through the clouded night, a figure could be seen atop a small hill that overlooked the peaceful village. The lack of light, shadowed the strangers pained expression, revealing to no one, the agony that was felt within. He knew what would happen; he knew the fate of that poor, innocent village. The events were already laid out; planned and certain. His dark eyes scanned the sleeping town as though to memorize every detail, stopping on every house and every light. The people that slept soundly did not know or realize that they would never awaken and if they did, unfortunately it would be to a world painted in red.
"Do not fret," a woman, silhouetted from the light of the moon gently placed her frail and pasty hand upon the mysterious man's shoulder. The cloak attached to her body protected her features from being seen, even though there was no one there to see them. She stood beside her partner and grimly scanned over the sleeping village.
"We know our plan will succeed, you've seen it," she glanced toward the silent figure and waited for a response.
"I have only seen her face but I am uncertain of the age" his voice, caught by the wind, fluttered around them, stealing the little warmth that they had. The man tightened his hood and turned to the woman, a glint in his eye.
"But you have seen her" she stated, ignoring the clear glare created purely for her. "She will live, there is no need to worry," the man flinched and growled deeply,
"Have you forgotten the others?"
With a confused expression the woman scratched her head and expressed "There are no others when it comes to her". With that she turned her back on him and walked toward a wooden carriage, that barely looked strong enough to hold a mouse. Her snowy hands gently touched the wood, creating an unmistakable groan followed by a soft snap. The carriage, which just before held an old and tiring appearance, now reflected the moons light against it's glossy features. There were no horses to pull the beautiful carriage but that fact didn't seem to concern the woman. She placed half her body inside before turning toward the still man, "Quickly now. We must be gone before it starts".
The man slowly nodded, resulting in the woman disappearing within the glistening, metal carriage. He glanced once more at the hushed town, searching for any differences. A tiny light flickered in the distance, extremely far from the town. The man squinted and observed the light as it slowly grew in its advance.
"It has begun", his sorrow filled voice whispered across the land, leaving it as the only evidence of the mysterious figures that witnessed the fall of the Sparrow Colony.
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Fate Cloaked In Red
FantasyIn a land where magic and mystical creatures are a normal occurence and where reality morphs into lies; Cynthia Doyle sets out to find her missing older brother. Falling into dangerous situations which summon her mysterious saviour, Cynthia continue...