Melanie's Plot Bunnies

excerpt from a story I tried to write #1

Eons ago, there was a boy. This boy was an orphan, and he was no different from the other peasants in his village, until he reached the age of twelve, and people started to realise that there was something very, very, wrong with him. He had no friends, seeing as nobody wanted to befriend the lonely orphan boy, and so he was left alone, with no one but his dark, twisted imagination to play with.

The boy would visit this one particular oak tree which happened to be in the burial grounds of his village every single day, and he claimed, that that tree was positioned at the very center of the earth, although of course nobody believed him - why would they, when they all thought that it was just another one of his silly imaginings? On the day he turned eighteen, he visited the tree at the stroke of midnight, except this time, something was different. The village and the surrounding woods were eerily silent, a rare phenomenon, and as the boy with hair as black as a raven's sat down in front of the tree, the full moon that was strangely prominent that night reflected the thick red substance that coated his hands, his hair, his entire body. A dull thud rang throughout the burial grounds as a blood-coated butcher's knife fell from the boy's hands while he was swallowed by darkness that poured out of the earth, and that was when it all started - that was when the earth started to fall apart.

Bodies. That was what they had found a moon later, when a hunting party stumbled upon the village the boy was from. Hundreds and hundreds of corpses, with dismembered heads and body parts lying here and there. While they were distracted by the horrifying sight, the boy who wasn't quite a boy anymore, came up behind them, his eyes the deepest shade of black and darkness radiating out from his body. He spared no one, not even the little child they had with them.

The world despaired, as soon, entire nations and continents were claimed by this dark being, a living creation of the people's worst nightmares. He was known as the Dark King overtime, his true name forgotten as centuries went by and the people who weren't part of his Shadow Army lived in fear that one day, he would come for them, for no one was safe from the Dark King's reign.

// author's note: I might try and do a short story with not more than five chapters on this plot since I've been hooked with fantasy plots like these ones, so please please please do not steal this and name it as yours. It's alright if you want to adapt it to write your own story as long as I'm credited, but under no circumstances should you copy this word for word, because if you do, I will find you, and it will not be pretty :')