The Prophecy-When Darkness Comes

Prologue - What a night

hello my friends

this is the prologue to the book

i've got the idea to write this story after we talked about shakespeare in the english lesson...i loved his sonnets and i wanted to try and write an english poem...well i loved the poem so much that i got the idea to write a story about it...that means this story is based on the small poem of mine^^

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Prayer to the Lord

Oh Lord of the dark

let her beauty increase

give her thy mark

and never release

the time when she

the strongest will shine

take her to thee

and she will be thine

PROLOGUE – What a night

Slowly the rabbit raised its little head.

Nothing.

Just the grass that was moving softly in the wind. With the rays of the full moon shimmering upon it, it looked like a silvery green sea, each breeze causing a ripple on the surface, making it seem like waves on the vast ocean.

What a truly beautiful night.

The rabbit resumed its pleasurable task of nibbling on the fresh grass. It was a small, fluffy thing, a youngling still. It was quite late for it to be out and about, but the fresh grass, covered in little droplets of water from the thig fog of the day before, was too much of a temptation for the young rabbit. As it was crouching at the edge of a forest on the hilltop it had a full view of the village that was situated next to the hill and the grassy plain below that stretched far beyond.

Suddenly the rabbit raised its head again. Something just didn't seem right this night. It was not something obvious. For all intents and purposes this was a night like any other, but there was just something in the air. The silence was just a bit too deep and the atmosphere a bit too tense and the chill just a bit too chilly. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.

As fast as it could, the little rabbit flew into the forest, to safety and out of sight.

Only a few minutes before midnight the last lights in the village went off. As the village was plunged in darkness an eerie figure appeared on the brink of the hill. There was no sound, no indication as to the method of its sudden appearance. The figure started climbing the hill and from its silhouette one could assume that it was a human or at least a humanoid being. Broad shoulders and the way it walked hinted at it being male. He wore a long, black cloak and with each step the hem of the cape billowed soundlessly. A large hood covered most of his face, leaving only the lower half of his face exposed, and even that barely, as it was immersed in shadows that were cast by the hood.

When the man reached the top he turned towards the village with fluttering robes and the silvery moonlight illuminated his features. A glimpse of full lips and a chiselled chin, covered by the shade of facial hair, gave a subtle indication of the man's beauty before shadows once more hid his appearance.

Slowly he raised his hand on which he wore a black leather glove. A torrent of air started to surge around the man, ever so slightly. Almost sluggishly it whirled and circled around him, barely visible to the human eye.

His hand started glowing, softly at first, but gradually getting stronger until blue light radiated from it. The man mumbled a few words, his voice deep and sensual, and then he moved his hand through the air in a fluid, graceful motion. Where ever his finger traced lines, the same light that was encompassing his hand was left behind, hovering in the air: the man was writing something, just that instead of ink he had light and instead of parchment he used the air.

Neither the letters, nor the words they formed were recognizable by any human standards.

Translated in human language there stood:

"The Darkness has returned."

And under this phrase was a symbol.

It was a strange, almost otherworldly bird with very long tail feathers. One might have confused it with a tropical bird if it weren't for the fact, that the bird was as black as the darkest of nights from its head to its talons. The wings of the bird were spread in flight, its elegant neck stretched upwards with the head tipped back so that the eyes were gazing the open sky. The bird had its beak opened, trilling a song that nobody could hear.

The hooded man lowered his hand, the glow emitting from it dimming and receding until it was no more. He stood still for a moment, before his lips curled into a smirk. As his full lips pulled back over his teeth, for only the quarter of a second, sharp fangs glittered ominously in the blue glow cast by his written words. It happened so fast, it might as well have been a trick of light. Turning his head, to look at the village, the stranger gave a short nod of acknowledgement and respect. Then the man turned around and, with the faintest ripple in the air, the slightest shift in pressure, he disappeared into the night, vanishing just as suddenly and mysteriously as he had arrived earlier. The only indication that he had been there was the blackened grass where he had been standing and the faintest smell of pine, musk and herbs.

Later that night a little baby girl was born. With her already green eyes and red hair, she was a strikingly beautiful baby. Little did she know about her destiny and little did she know that there was a prophecy about her.

And should you be wondering about the phrase on the hill and how the people reacted to it, let me tell you this:

The blue shimmering words, hovering mid-air on that hilltop, stood out like a beacon in the night, demanding to be seen. And they would be seen. Not by humans of course, foolishly, ignorant humans, as they only ever saw what they wanted to see. But they didn't matter. Anyone that DID matter, would see them. And seeing them they did. They all saw the words. And they trembled in fear.

What a truly mysterious night.