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Date Posted: 21:29:16 06/11/03 Wed
Author: Talno Moonwhisp - pleaz comment
Subject: The Foreboding of Darkness chapter 1

Reevil Sharpsight drudged through the swamplands. His face was depressed and droopy. He tried to pull his ragged cloak a little closer, but it was as close as it could get. Yet his skin was freezing. Reevil was confused and adjitated. His past was clouded. The mists of time floated in his head.

Who am I? What am I? He asked himself. Proceeding through the swamps, he wondered even more. In his mind, shadows loomed, and slipped two and forth. Fragments of his past hiding from him. As if there was something blocking them from getting into a clearer veiw.

Reevils eyes flashed everywhere. Eyes that had seen so much, so much evil. Yet to him nothing had been seen.

A rude awakening he had. Under a dead tree covered in red liquid that he had no knowledge of. His body was covered in gashes with the red substance oozing out. Half dead, he lay there for days.

Now the dried liquid was washed off by the disgusting thick swamp water.

It was dark. Too dark for Reevil's liking. As he went through the waters, he heard disturbances in the water. Shadows passed by, whispering so faint that even Reevil could not hear.

Suddenly Reevil jumped wityh fright. A small stumpy creature jumped in his path. It's fur was gray and torn in many places. A brown leather vest was it's only clothing." Eeek! Isa da' wicked werrets isa' comin'!" It screamed in a extremely high pitched voice. It jumped onto Reevil's face and screamed and shreiked frantically. " Ahhh! We's gon' die! Eeeek!" Reevil tore the creature off his face and held it by the scruff of the neck. Then he dropped it into the water.

Reevil opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He forgot how to even talk! After this shocking discovery, he held his head in rage. Let the werret kill me anyway! What his the point! I CAN"T TALK! He thought as he shaked with rage.

The bushes behind them shook and trembled and out came to gruesome creatures. They looked like a cross between a weasel and a ferret. Thats what that little creature called them. Werrets.

They were disgusting things. Their bodies were huge and unaturally strong. Veins could be seen in their ragged fur, and their eyes were abnormally reddish and bloodshot.

The small screeching creature suddenly became silent and hid behind Reevil. One of the Werrets dived for Reevil. Reevil merely ducked and got into a fighting postion. The one he ducked from rose from the swampwater with an angry growl. The other one pulled out a long skinny knife that was bent and crude. In a flash of light, the knife was hurdeling in reevil's path. Reevil's mind flashed and before you knew it, Reevil was standing to the side of the knife throw with a small tear near his chest, and the one the jumped over Reevil was dying with a knife in his heart.

It made a terrible sound. A gasping of breath with a arm he reached out to the one that threw the knife." Brother!" Were his last muffled words.

The Werret that threw the knife, let out a choked sob. He took one look at Reevil, and ran back into the bushes with fear.

Reevil saw what he had done. His knees collapsed and he covered his face with his paws and broke out in tears. And there he lay crying his eyes out until somebody found him there. But who?

to be continued...

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Re: The Foreboding of Darkness chapter 1 -- Shira Sliteyes, 15:11:34 02/08/06 Wed