A storm rose from the north, cold winds and violent rain cascading against the walls and windows in a vain attempt to penetrate the mansion, as if it wasn't already on the brink of collapse. Whilst the occupants who inhabit the building go about their night soundly with nothing but the sound of rattling glass to disturb them.
"Stormy night, ain't it girl?" Malia, the young Simargl, barked in approval while wagging her fluffy tail throwing up dust from the old mansion, her wings beating it back down. The boy turned to head to the lounge, the sound of a thunder clap causes him to nearly loose his footing..... No, not a thunder clap, what could that be?
"The heck was that?... Stay here Malia, I'll be back in a second." As the boy lightly treads his way to the rather large wooden doors, he hears Malia's antagonizing barks.
"It's okay girl, I'll be fine." He pulls his hood down and unsheathes his sword, determination written across his face. He was prepared to take on whatever faces him. "I swear, if it's another werewolf.."
If only it was a werewolf...
Lock your doors and pray for salvation, for tonight, the titans roam.
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The next chapter wont take place with the boy, but he will come back. Think of this as... A side story? Kind of? I don't know but he comes in sometime later.
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Tucked Away
AventureEnjoy the moments you still have, treasure every breath, take in all you can about the beauty the world provides. For these things you may never see again. For the darkness might take it away from you. --- Thanks so much for clicking on my story, it...
