Dark Hearts and Dark Thoughts

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My glistening tears glow through the silver specks of glitter that waft through this hazy night. At times, they clutter and huddle together and even the trees reach out for one another. Yet, I have never felt the enclosed warmth that they are enwrapped in.

I am alone.

Why Truth has forsaken me, I do not know. Everyday I push on just to capture a mere handful of it, alas, for the last twelve years of my life…I have failed. Not to say that I haven’t tried. Oh I have! I have searched the deepest of crannies, walked to the furthest edges but everytime I have gained sight of it, I run to find Corruption seeping through.

Even those that have overlooked us have fallen.

There is none left to turn to.

I trudge back through the gates to find a boy, a mere boy, praying to the Luna. The beginning where it all started. Maybe we should start with the places, the people, closest to us to find the answers we seek for.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there still is some Truth left in the world.


What Came First

The horse cantered into the trees, leaving the rider mumbling frantic words. The creature behind could be heard louder now, the rider pressed on; further into the woods, further into the spell. His features were illuminated in the moonlight, shining down on the nebulous branches surrounding him.

And the eyebrows?

They were slanted slightly, blending in with his pale face, the rider was what they defined beautiful. Though if you happened to look closely, behind the mixture of blond and brown wisps of hair, his frail pointy ears protruded – immediately radiating his origins.

The pursuing creature was closer now, leaving the rider even more panicked.
“Gillizaro,” he bellowed.

A red bolt left his smooth palm, turning the trees a blood-red colour. Abruptly as a life force had entered, the trees twirled into a cricle, guarding the elf within, with their very lives. A scarlet ring encricled him, glowing very softly but enough to attract the creature.

The elf should have been losing the beast but now the only way out was a difficult route. Every second was precious and he began to chant. Words only few knew, he spoke of the ancient language. A decreased number of the population were educated in these words and every letter was lethal when spoken.

These were elven woods and the creature, to come so far into from the border, must have exceptional power. This was no ordinary beast, this was probably directly summoned from the Shai’tan. Coming from the end of his words, the dark shadow of the pursuer could be seen. With the last roll of his tongue, blue sparks of life erupted from within him and shot to the creature with incredible speed.

Leaving the creature disintergrated, they returned towards his direction, though instead of into this body, they intertwined around him, encasing the near-dead body.
“Chikla oura nirnil,” the elf threw out those words with difficulty.

The shade of blue grew darker now until a grey could be faintly seen. It began to harden turning from a wisp from the sea to a stone of ash, encasing the elf with it.