A girl dressed in a tattered cloak stood in the centre of the courtyard, head tilted towards the crumbling brick that surrounded the clock face. The clock tower itself rose far above the other buildings; the ruler of the structures. Peering from behind the iron hands of the timepiece was a pair of glowing golden eyes, watching the girl from up high.
She felt an eerie presence wash over her, an icy cold blanket of fear and new beginnings. The skin of her pale shoulder burned, alit with the branding trap of a curse. She was brave. She didn't cry out in pain but instead carefully examined the image appearing on her upper arm. The soft curves and shadows of a cloud, forming sharp yet hazy contours, marking her forever.
At that point she didn't know what this meant. The exuberant gaze of the Watchman grew cunning. If she had seen it's piercing glare she would have run, far away. She didn't. It hid in the deepening darkness, pleased with it's success.
She didn't know what it meant to be chosen, or she would have screamed.
But alas, the start of a new life was dawning, one not to be discovered until the last moment. Until finally necessary.
The start of a Cloudwhisperer.
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Clouds of Fire
FantasyA story about a world divided in two, where the realms of good and bad are hopelessly merged and the Cloudwhisperers are the only people who can change the fate of the land...
