A wintry wind stroked across the mountainside with a rawness that gave rise to one's soul into the gentle cloud-filtered rays. The icy breeze comes sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, yet ever with a chill that brings a crispness to the day.
Ten of hundreds of people and creatures running around in a panic, packs of soldiers fighting a desperate battle to stay alive, invaders running rampant, killing, and tearing each other apart. Any attempts at bringing order were ended with threats of death.
This was also the territory where the last of the resistance hold out. Loyal King Anjo's soldiers wouldn't want to see the heart of their land murdered, so they fought to the death to protect their king. Then chaos builds until no one knows what's going on and the only thing left to do was run away trying to keep themselves and a few others alive, or stand their ground and die as the land burns around them with anger and cries of the dead.
“How lovely, such stupid mortal.Even as they fought, swiveled in the snow, sprang, fled, and rolled at tremendous speed, with her launch she wasn't tiring, yet she felt something inside her surge. It was a vigor that scorched through resentment and anguish, something that took over the rage, the threat of logic and reason. She was powerful. She was the daughter of the fire, that reason implied.She was injured, losing strength, she could feel the pain twinge, she knew dimly that she was losing blood and lots of it, enough that she should be close to incapacitated, her courage and strength rush again, she never felt this way before, but she was also never this close to death either.Catherine allowed herself to go wild, let the fire consumed her heart, and wash over the last willful part of her spirit that still battled for intention and restraint. With the predator unleashed, Catherine ripped into the creatures as if they were just like a piece of meat,
Catherine felt nothing, yet she did not flinch as she took him apart. She did not feel his potent shadows; she did not even wince; She became animalistic, her eyes were blazing and finally, she summons her fire from the dept of her soul, she engulfed him until he was nothing but ashes. She was untouchable, like an island of the lantern in a murky sea of turmoil, and she thanked her good achievement that, out of all the people who wanted him dead, she was the one to finally bring him to his knees. Furthermore, she heard a whisper, “Catherine, please come back, please come back to me. He's dead, he won't hurt us again, come on love, fight it, battle for us, fight for our future.” Something caught to her mind, something comforting voice that ripped through the twilight mist in her mind, it brought her back from the edge of darkness. Everyone she had move again, yet no one moved. She held the strength so powerful that no one dared approach her. Even the birds in the trees and essence
The half-moon hung flat on a wintry night in the Cold Mountains. Giving no hint of the bloodshed to come. But in this icy, barren territory, I felt it wash over my skin, the brisk wintry blast, simply to be greeted by the rhythm of my heart, repeatedly and again. However, everyone froze as he drew his sword. Its sharpness would injure the air apart from him. Pressing down with his power and superior strength, he dragged the blade backward towards her face. When she least expects it, he knocks the blade from her grasp until it lands just unreachable. He steered his elbow into her face, almost knocking her unconscious. He gets to his feet, standing over her. The tilt of the sword is pointed towards her heart in both hands-on grips. He plunges the sword into her rib cage. She gasped for air. The sound of a sword being drawn from a scabbard signaled her end. Something about his eyes captured m
The door slapped open at the exact moment. And it surprised Catherine to see him there. The man from earlier She'd tried her hardest to keep a poker face on. She was a professional, after all, and she had seen worse. It would not phase her. His smile vanished, giving her a piercing look that had her freezing in her spot. Did he remember her? She didn't have to contemplate that long for the answer since he took her grips and pulled her in. "Why the hell are you here?" he exclaimed. I'm a..." Catherine stuttered. She would've taken up the challenge had he not been rushing. He grinned, slashing her off as she peeled her palms from his grasp. "You work here?" Frowning, they both went to the table as Catherine brought back the brown manila envelope she'd forgotten from yesterday's meeting. "Yes, and can you please let me go?" She asked. She will not swerve like all the others. Catherine thinks she recognized him from somewhere else now that she can see him w
She saw a coin, an ancient-looking hand covered in dirt, the engravings worn and the head so stained from time. She held it in her left hand, staring at the mud that was dirtying her skin. Flipping it over and over. so close to her face that the coin had the aroma of musty blood and rustiness. She turned to her right palm and in the midst of the seizing was a new cloverleaf, fresh and beautiful. And as far as Catherine could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolizes good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. A perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Catherine's face: grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the coin, the form of the mysterious man had freed himself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of a powerful root and even blurrin
That very same night, she had the feeling of being unleashed and welcoming yet odd; she was frightened to even close her eyes, but her bed was her oasis. She had always had a little sparkle of joy before falling asleep. She was that way from childhood. Her bed was her favorite thing, and it made her as happy as any other treatment. And when her thoughts became nonsense and more fascinating, she knew she was falling asleep. Now all she had to do was let go. Someone sneaked into her bed and crawled their hand into her nightgown, near her perfect mountains. He heard her gasp when he sucked one of her buds. He didn't care if anyone could hear her moaning in his name outside her bedroom. Besides, he just needed a release. "God! Mr. Walton, stop it! " She tried to push him away, but he automatically slid his hand through her nightgown and touched her where it was wet and moist. Their emotions were on high, and before they knew it, they began to kiss passionately. As they k
Why did he swallow that pill, anyway? Sean couldn't even fathom it. But this place was wonderful. A little scary, but hell, he could manage this. After all, he was Sean David Walton. Nothing scares him anymore, not even death himself. Walking past her, Sean noticed something was familiar. This place was silent, too silent even for his liking. Furthermore, the freezing cold winter wind was unnatural to his senses.He wondered if it was based on these simple experiences in his reality or on a mass scale in his consciousness. Or maybe fate was trying to play with him. After all, Sean was not a popular gentleman in London. Yes, he was rich and powerful, but he had fewer friends and acquaintances, and he was not a good individual, and he admitted that perhaps this experience resulted from his ability to mock the reality of its existence. For a change, if this was a joke made in heaven, then it's on him altogether. Sean thought to himself. He had
As they walked up to the mountain, its shadows greased over the smooth backs of hills and fluttered across the valley clumped with icy pine. Both marveled at its beauty as they kept on walking up, fearing what lay ahead. A thirst for adventure and charm awakened in her heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, compelling her to want to run straight into the embrace of the proud mountains. The air was chilling, but they went on and on while the skies darkened. The acoustic landscape was at once familiar to Catherine. They continued moving up; they didn't dare to stop; she was tired as hell, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes; she could have easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake. However, when they reached the peak, both were speechless. She stood atop the rocky surface and lifted her arms in accomplishment. Clouds swirled around her in an icy greeting, and snow coated the mounta