The gentle breeze whispered softly, so fragile, as it travelled through the silent village. A fog was rising and soon enough, the lifeless buildings could no longer be seen. Birds no longer sang their tune. The very air was suffocating, as if sucking the life out of the area. Zorix tried to consume as much air as possible before ducking his head into the fog again.
His footsteps was the only sound that could be heard.
Tap, tap, tap.
Zorix couldn't see a thing now, the grey air blocked his view as he blindly walked, afraid to move forward, nor to stop.
The sun had long gone and darkness was taking over as the night had fallen. His voice quivered and shook from the fear hidden in his heart as he listened to his echo bounce off buildings several times.
"Is anyone there?"
Unaware of what was approaching him, he clumsily made his way forwards, gradually speeding up his pace, his arms held out before him, acting as a guide, careful not to walk into anything.
"I see you..."
An unknown yet soothing voice sang softly.
Zorix stopped. His heart beat increased, as he turned alert. Suddenly, with Zorix unaware, his surroundings changed.
A frozen cave spread out before him. Immediately, he felt cold, the amount of layers he had provided for himself wasn't enough to handle the icy air.
Its sharp icicles hung from the ceiling, ready to fall and strike him dead on the spot. The floor sparkled, as Zorix tried to keep his balance from sliding off aimlessly on the smooth and slippery surface. Until something caught his eye.
A shiny object glistened from the only light that had managed to make its way through a small gap through the ceiling, illuminating the dark cave, its light bouncing off the floors and walls.
A sword.
Zorix carefully made his way towards the unexpected object that had appeared before him, wanting to take a closer look. His hands couldn't help but reach towards it, astonished with its beauty. It was assorted with many different kinds of gems Zorix had never come across before, its patterns swirled and spread out across the blade. His fingers brushed off the ice from the handle, slowly tracing the words embedded onto the sword, his voice was quiet, but clear and loud enough to hear, as the word escaped his mouth with ease and curiosity,
"Sïlver..."
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Sïlver
Adventure[COMPLETED] { Book one of the Sïlver trilogy } 'What words, fighting for your kingdom? More like fighting for yourself.' At the young age of 14, Xenovix's existence was labelled a crime-or was he the definition of crime itself? Determined to change...
