Austar Union
31-01-2005, 08:22
Preface
Within the shadows held a kind in particulance, one of who needed a difference. They cried when the dark fires were destroyed, and they resounded with delight at the downfall of the living kingdoms. Perhaps these, were the few who were true in nature, according to their blood. Or perhaps they were the same in truth with the current leaders of this dynasty, except with a seperation of attitude. Nevertheless, the dreams they held were most deadly, perhaps leading to a system of seperation like that of Kajal. Indeed, if these dark powers of existance gained total control, they would in effectivity end an alliance with the elven within Menelmacar. Perhaps a consideration of stupidity, but validation was hardly lesser. Lady Sirithil, if such events were to ever occur would most certainly become enraged.
Still, despite all factors, the dreams within the great city of Anatoba still held to be strong, not upheld by government forces but just a few, individuals bent on destroying the peaceful society they now resided in.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows, toward a shivering man beside his car. "What figure be your name?"
The man frowned and swallowed his heart, which had evidently leapt into his throat by the very presense of this man. He prepared to respond at least like a scared man, rather than not at all. "Any price for my child. Please, bear no harm to him..."
The figure's mouth, highlighted by what little light provided moved just a little. "And if I already have?"
"You bastard!" screamed the man in a teary rage, "What have you done to my son!"
Two largely built men grasped the small man by his arms, preventing him from moving and contorting his parts backward. He screamed and collapsed onto the floor, holding his arms in withering pain. And considering the very nature of this figure of darkness, it was unsurprising he was unmoved. Still yet, he smiled. "Be assured. Your child remains safe. If you want, him, his life comes at a cost."
"Yes, yes of course Sir.", cowered the man, opening a briefcase while his hands shook uncontrollably. Inside the case, was filled with an uncountable amount of notes, obviously shoved in as fast as possible. They were not neatly placed inside the case.
The figure smiled, "Very well. Your child has been spared, and you have done your family justice. You can thank Hades for his mercy, for which is so rare."
From the shadows ran a small boy, no marks on his arms and wrists obvious. He had been kept safe, and as the man embraced his son, he looked around for those who troubled him, and it had become apparent, they were gone. So too, was his case of money.
Within the shadows held a kind in particulance, one of who needed a difference. They cried when the dark fires were destroyed, and they resounded with delight at the downfall of the living kingdoms. Perhaps these, were the few who were true in nature, according to their blood. Or perhaps they were the same in truth with the current leaders of this dynasty, except with a seperation of attitude. Nevertheless, the dreams they held were most deadly, perhaps leading to a system of seperation like that of Kajal. Indeed, if these dark powers of existance gained total control, they would in effectivity end an alliance with the elven within Menelmacar. Perhaps a consideration of stupidity, but validation was hardly lesser. Lady Sirithil, if such events were to ever occur would most certainly become enraged.
Still, despite all factors, the dreams within the great city of Anatoba still held to be strong, not upheld by government forces but just a few, individuals bent on destroying the peaceful society they now resided in.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows, toward a shivering man beside his car. "What figure be your name?"
The man frowned and swallowed his heart, which had evidently leapt into his throat by the very presense of this man. He prepared to respond at least like a scared man, rather than not at all. "Any price for my child. Please, bear no harm to him..."
The figure's mouth, highlighted by what little light provided moved just a little. "And if I already have?"
"You bastard!" screamed the man in a teary rage, "What have you done to my son!"
Two largely built men grasped the small man by his arms, preventing him from moving and contorting his parts backward. He screamed and collapsed onto the floor, holding his arms in withering pain. And considering the very nature of this figure of darkness, it was unsurprising he was unmoved. Still yet, he smiled. "Be assured. Your child remains safe. If you want, him, his life comes at a cost."
"Yes, yes of course Sir.", cowered the man, opening a briefcase while his hands shook uncontrollably. Inside the case, was filled with an uncountable amount of notes, obviously shoved in as fast as possible. They were not neatly placed inside the case.
The figure smiled, "Very well. Your child has been spared, and you have done your family justice. You can thank Hades for his mercy, for which is so rare."
From the shadows ran a small boy, no marks on his arms and wrists obvious. He had been kept safe, and as the man embraced his son, he looked around for those who troubled him, and it had become apparent, they were gone. So too, was his case of money.