Hello friends, those who are reading this. I feel bad for kind of abondoning my other story, but I wasn't getting any motivation to write for it. I've been itching to start writing again for a while, and it hit me, I got inspired and I literally just finished writing this. As you may tell, it's based on Legion of the Black, although some facts may be made up by me. It's set in the same place,same basic kind of principle, but I guess I've added details and such to work with. Filling in gaps, if you will.
I hope to those of you that carry on reading that you enjoy. Feel free to leave questions and give me feedback ;) I can't guarantee updates soon. I'd like to write ahead before I start posting more, but I just wanted to get the first part up and see what people thought :)
Sorry for making this note so long, you can carry on now! Go read :)
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The dry, baron land was rough against my knees as I bent down and hid behind a pile of large boulders. My breathing was even; after hiding for so long from FEAR and their shadow men, I learnt how to control my shallow, scared gasps, and make myself as silent as I could. I pulled out my flask, unscrewing the lid and holding it up to my mouth, I felt the small drops of water instantly refresh my cracked lips, before holding the flask up and letting the cool water fill my mouth and run down my throat. I made myself stop, knowing I'd need to savor it until I could get access to the river where I had to refill, and I didn't know how long that would be.
I froze when a dark figure stepped in front of the sun. I saw the shadows cast over the boulders I was behind and from the shape I knew it was one of the shadow men. They're always looking for rogues. I've come across them before, and just made it out several times. They'll either imprison you, injure you, or kill you. I stopped a chill threatening to run up my spine and kept my cool, sinking further into the crevices of the rocks to conceal myself. Even in the hot, desert sun, the presence the shadow men brought with them when they were around was cold and dark.
When the shadow didn't leave, I feared it knew I was here, so I pushed back against the pile. The boulders scratching against my bare skin as I willed myself to press further out of sight. I didn't utter a sound and eventually the shadow moved, retreating away. I found the guts to peer around and just caught a glimpse of the shadow man's black robe being whipped around by a breeze before he vanished in to thin air. I had to make sure the coast was clear, I had to get back to my usual camping place before night camp or I would freeze. The dry lands get very cold at night. I think it's because at night, darkness reigns and the shadow men are most powerful, camouflaged even, and the cold presence spreads throughout the lands.
As I poked my head out further from my hiding place and looked out at the scene behind the boulders I could see just what I expected. Dry, empty land that spread for miles. The air above the ground wavered and flickered, indicating the heat radiating from the dirt. Just as I stood up and had a clearer view, I noticed something unfamiliar and black lying to the side, not far from where I was. Ducking my head in fear, I waited a moment before realizing there's no way they couldn't have seen me and if it hadn't come after me, it couldn't be a threat. I gingerly rose to a standing stance again and got a better look at what it was.
I saw a man. Lying on the ground. He was decked out in black denim pants with many belts and pockets, holding knives and a flask, much like my own. He was scruffy and his leather jacket laid open, showing me his wound in full view. My eyes widened and in a moment of instinct I ran out to the man and knelt by his side, conscious that I was now in open land and vulnerable. But I put that thought to the back of my mind, knowing this area had just been patrolled, and thought only of the man in front of me who must have just been inured by the shadow man as the wound was fresh, and blood dripped over his hip.
