Gemini Moon: Royal Moons
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,215
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue: Beneath the Moon- 00.2
Prologue II
Beneath the Moon
Death.
It followed on our heels, breathed hot and rancid fumes against the backs of our necks. We ran from it, loping through midnight forests, away from the Den. Away from safety. Away from all who could have saved us. We ran, like the wolves that whelped our species, ran ragged and swift through thick shadow and sharp thicket.
Madness. Venom.
Somewhere in the shadows, somewhere out there in the darkness of the night, the mad dog hunted us. Somewhere out there, the emerald serpent lay in wait, to sink her poisonous fangs like knives into our bodies and pump us full of death and pain. The winged witch, the villain, the throne taker, she waited for us to trip and stumble in our weariness, and lay ourselves down in innocence upon the forest floor, where she would murder us in our sleep.
Running. We ran swifter than quicksilver and wind, quicker than thought. Branches slapped our faces, thorns tore at our clothes, pain lanced our sides. We could not run much longer. We couldn’t outrun the madness. We were going to be caught.
Never.
To be caught was to die. We would not die. Not before we saw the quest through. Not before we saved the Queen. Not before we reached the sanctuary in the mountains. Not before the King was freed. Even if we died then, someone would know.
Someone would know how it started, this descent into madness, this insidious war. Someone would know how it began, and how it must end, or all the Dark Races were destined to be slaughtered. Someone would know how it began.
How it began….
Beneath the Moon
Death.
It followed on our heels, breathed hot and rancid fumes against the backs of our necks. We ran from it, loping through midnight forests, away from the Den. Away from safety. Away from all who could have saved us. We ran, like the wolves that whelped our species, ran ragged and swift through thick shadow and sharp thicket.
Madness. Venom.
Somewhere in the shadows, somewhere out there in the darkness of the night, the mad dog hunted us. Somewhere out there, the emerald serpent lay in wait, to sink her poisonous fangs like knives into our bodies and pump us full of death and pain. The winged witch, the villain, the throne taker, she waited for us to trip and stumble in our weariness, and lay ourselves down in innocence upon the forest floor, where she would murder us in our sleep.
Running. We ran swifter than quicksilver and wind, quicker than thought. Branches slapped our faces, thorns tore at our clothes, pain lanced our sides. We could not run much longer. We couldn’t outrun the madness. We were going to be caught.
Never.
To be caught was to die. We would not die. Not before we saw the quest through. Not before we saved the Queen. Not before we reached the sanctuary in the mountains. Not before the King was freed. Even if we died then, someone would know.
Someone would know how it started, this descent into madness, this insidious war. Someone would know how it began, and how it must end, or all the Dark Races were destined to be slaughtered. Someone would know how it began.
How it began….