It was a cold day with a ruthless, relentless wind. Amelia sat on a bench waiting for her bus to arrive. It was her first day of university. The howling of wind was becoming unbearable, it almost sounded like it was bellowing for help, and with it travelled a concealed gloom. Her green eyes restlessly roamed the emptiness of the scenery that bothered her, but she paid no heed. Soon she detected an eerie movement, much like that of a shadow of a man. But there was no man to be found. Still, his presence became tangible. Then came the bus, nullifying the attempt of any shadow that could have bothered her. She did not suspect, or imagine even in her wildest dreams, that shadows are eternal, and without shadows there is nothing, or that a shadow is no one to be trifled with.
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Silurian
Fantasy"I have stolen kings from their kingdoms. I demolished the city of Tresco overnight. I have killed angels and met gods. I spent the night with Lethifold, and left with both my life and sanity. I destroyed an army because it slandered my friend. I b...
