| Subject: YES! I think it's time for the next part of your story Jade! And a bit of mine too. It's kind of short, but I have a bunch of homework! |
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Sekin Brightfall
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Date Posted: 18:16:09 11/02/03 Sun
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Jade
's message, " Bowin' me? Wiff dat stowy? Dat be impossibew, miz Sekkin. POST MORE!!! Me tinks later have time to post d'Chapter Two." on 10:14:20 10/28/03 Tue
Carefully, Grisen edged out of the door frame until he stood tensly in the middle of the street. Still nothing. No rush of black, no gleam of diseased yellow...Just silence...Grisen knew he had to get out of Prock as quickly as he could. He stood only the slightest chance against a Shadowrider, but if she summoned more...A wood. There was a wood just south of the town, by the brown fields of Prock's farmers. He could hide in the cover of the trees just for the remainder of the night to escape from the Shadowrider...He could strike again at dawn, when they least expect it, kill a couple more Radgem and then...
He was running away. He knew he was. Running to hide from the terror of the Shadowrider and the Plague. Running because he was scared away from the vengance he had sworn. Away from the Dark. He knew he was and he was flooded with a terrible tide of shame, but even that couldn't pry him away from that one thought. Hide. Hide in the forest. He stood there, wracked by the agony of indecision, shaking all over, until finally, he gave into his fear.
As silently as a cat upon padded paws, Grisen stode warily through the bones, ducking into a dark side street. Out. Get out. Get away. It was the only thing in his head, the only thought in the dark mazes of his mind. Gripping his sword tighter and frowning in wory, Grisen swallowed dryly and began to run down the street, not pausing to glance at the shadows around him. Out. Get out.
The blood was still thrumming in his ears as the first drops of rain began to fall from the darkened skies. Large drops splattered down onto the houses, street, and him alike with an eerily loud squelch as they broke. Grisen paid the drenching torrent no heed, even though the slippery streets caused him to skid and stumble a little.
Down the row of low, squat, brooding houses looming up in the downpour, he could just make out the giant wall that encircled Prock like the closing maw of some giant creature. At the base of the solid, unyielding river rock wall was the small gate that led out to the wood. The gate that led to safety. Grisen's attention was so fixed on the possibilty of safety that he didn't even realize the absence of the usual Radgem guards all around it.
Ten feet to go. Grisen could feel every beat of his madly pounding heart, could feel the sweat that beaded on him despit the freezing rain. Seven feet to go. Grisen's grip on his sword hilt was slippery from rain and sweat, his breaths were ragged and tortured. Five feet to go. The gate loomed up enticingly, solid and real. Three feet to go. A crow flew acroos his path, wings beating frantically as it sought shelter from the increasing downpour. Its shadow was cast down onto the street right in font of him. Before the crow flew up over the houses, the Shadowrider stepped casually out of the speeding shadow with a great stride. Almost in the same movement that she stepped out of tyhe shadow, the woman lunged towards him, expanding her stride even more, surging towards him like liquid. Grisen didn't even have the time to move The fearsome sword in her hand seemed to hiss softly when the rain fell on it, a hiss for every drop as if it was red-hot. That same sword was suddenly driven viciously into his side with a hideous squelch as the Shadowrider flowed gracefully into attack range. The serpent had struck.
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