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Embers Dawn Along the Ashen Path 1:2
Embers Dawn Along the Ashen Path
Chapter 1 Section 2: Heat & Shadows
------ Story from the vault ------
The Arrows dived through the air
What could be heard magnified what we could not see. The darkness engulfed their presence as they rained down. The closer the arrows the deafening the sound. Our terrifying pursuers were like assassins roaming unnoticed, until death reveals you now belong to it before you realize reality. It’s unfortunate, being helpless as The sirens echo through the air opening the gates of hell beckoning us to eternal slumber.
It shall not be me
Mustering up strength determined to see light again. Stumbling to find stability, The arrows hit the ground. Compared to the sound before, this one was frightening. Each arrow that hit pierced the ground as if a beast with countless legs were approaching. Like knives piercing the earth in the darkness, fear conjured up an untamed beast aggressively pursing us one by one as screams echoed across the field. For such a thing to occur these arrows were as if they were coated in malice. Evil nurtured the soil with flesh & blood as screams surfaced beyond the smoke watering the appetite of our enemy. With a focused gaze you could feel their grin through the darkness as they sent another.
Terror flooded my eyes,
Yet calm as a lion stalking its pray. Emotionless, stoic, confident I’d be unscathed walking through this waste land of corpses. Yet internally submerged in fear, begging that no stray meets me, snuffing out the little hope left. Hunched over, slowly walking away from my pursuers, a thought surfaced, I could already be dead, I could be a dead man walking and adrenaline is the only thing keeping me alive for the moment. Sadly, I couldn’t stop to check, the Ashes filled skies rained arrows pursuing flesh to quench its thirst once again.
© fruitfulodyssey
Chapter 1 Section 2: Heat & Shadows
------ Story from the vault ------
The Arrows dived through the air
What could be heard magnified what we could not see. The darkness engulfed their presence as they rained down. The closer the arrows the deafening the sound. Our terrifying pursuers were like assassins roaming unnoticed, until death reveals you now belong to it before you realize reality. It’s unfortunate, being helpless as The sirens echo through the air opening the gates of hell beckoning us to eternal slumber.
It shall not be me
Mustering up strength determined to see light again. Stumbling to find stability, The arrows hit the ground. Compared to the sound before, this one was frightening. Each arrow that hit pierced the ground as if a beast with countless legs were approaching. Like knives piercing the earth in the darkness, fear conjured up an untamed beast aggressively pursing us one by one as screams echoed across the field. For such a thing to occur these arrows were as if they were coated in malice. Evil nurtured the soil with flesh & blood as screams surfaced beyond the smoke watering the appetite of our enemy. With a focused gaze you could feel their grin through the darkness as they sent another.
Terror flooded my eyes,
Yet calm as a lion stalking its pray. Emotionless, stoic, confident I’d be unscathed walking through this waste land of corpses. Yet internally submerged in fear, begging that no stray meets me, snuffing out the little hope left. Hunched over, slowly walking away from my pursuers, a thought surfaced, I could already be dead, I could be a dead man walking and adrenaline is the only thing keeping me alive for the moment. Sadly, I couldn’t stop to check, the Ashes filled skies rained arrows pursuing flesh to quench its thirst once again.
© fruitfulodyssey
