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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
866
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.
Dark SilverBlade
Dark SilverBlade
Part of the
SilverBlade Series
By: Devian Darkness 2007
I would like to give my thanks to all the people I shared my imagination with. Without them I would not be inspired to write this, let alone have had the characters to bring to life.
“In every breath we take, we are afraid of what we will become.”
-Devian
Chapter One
Birth of Darkness
The sound of thunder echoed through the forest. Rain fell like pelts of life into the darkness of death. Leaves bounced as the water cascaded down on them. The movement the rain caused on the trees made them seem alive and fluttering. Lightening flickered in the sky. It was like a fairy dancing from cloud to cloud. The flashes emitted like a crazy mad man who couldn’t help but get his hands on electricity.
The sounds of wails would echo through the quietness of the forest. A woman lay in the brush. Her face was to the sky, her skin pale as porcelain. She had been dead for hours now, but no one was there to take of body. Her name was Adeline. Beside Adeline was her two baby son’s. The boys were twins they were hidden in two baskets by the river. It had seemed the woman had tried to get these boys down river to safety. She had been running from something, but had failed to escape.
One child with pale white hair and blue eyes continued to wail. He kicked and moved around in the basket. He was afraid of the world around him. The storm frightening him even more. His basket was close to the river and the constant push of his movements had him caught up in it. Soon he was drifting down and into a whole new world never to be seen.
The other child was still in his basket. This child had black hair and the same blue eyes, but he was calm. The storm had not frightened him, nor did it cause him to cry. He cast his eyes to the heavens as if he already knew his fate ahead of him. A sudden growl would fill within the brush that was near him and his dead mother. The leaves would rustle and shudder in movement. The child would move about in his basket becoming antsy. He seemed to know there was something there. Something ready to harm.
From the brush red eyes would appear. The snarls would grow louder as saliva dripped down onto the soil. They would pull out from the brush slowly. The large furry monsters stood at least six feet tall. Their backs were hunched and there fur was ragged and worn down. Some had cuts and scars on their faces. They had moments when they attacked each other for food. There growls would low and deep. They would begin to swarm around the basket and the body of the dead woman. The baby would look up at the monsters above him and kick his legs. He was not fearing what was above him, but taking in the beast. It was as if this child was analyzing it.
The wolves pounced the dead carcass beginning to tear it apart. They knew the babe was helpless and would leave him for later. They would tear the flesh apart blood seeping down into the grass. The clothes she wore, were now tattered and torn apart. Her red blood would mix in with her blue dress causing a deep purple. One wolf took her head in it’s mouth. Her black hair would drape down along her face. It covered her eyes that seemed to still be in peace. She would feel no pain.
As the wolves would eat hungrily and not paying attention to their surroundings, a faint rustle again would be heard in the surrounding brush. Then a sprint to the trees. The wolves attention was soon drawn. They growled and cast their eyes up hoping to find what was causing the noise. So far they couldn’t see anything. The trees were dark and the one looking down on them would be hidden in the shadows.
The one in the trees would then dart out onto the ground. The figure was too fast for the wolves to capture it’s movements. Slashes would echo through the forest. Blood would spray, heads would fly, death would commence. The bodies of the beasts would all drop what seemed to be at once. Blood would pool around their forms. The figure would now be still and standing in the center. He wore a royal blue man-style kimono. His black hair was pulled back into a tight tail. His lower face was covered by a strap of leather.
This man’s name was Hitori. The loud scraping noise of a sword slamming into the hilt would screech into the child’s ears. The baby now would begin to cry. Saved and ready for a life he would live frightened him. This child already knew. The man walked over to the baby in the basket and lifted him into his arms. He smiled kindly to the baby. “ Shhh child,” he said calmly. “ I am here to save you, you no longer have to be frightened,” he added calmly
Part of the
SilverBlade Series
By: Devian Darkness 2007
I would like to give my thanks to all the people I shared my imagination with. Without them I would not be inspired to write this, let alone have had the characters to bring to life.
“In every breath we take, we are afraid of what we will become.”
-Devian
Chapter One
Birth of Darkness
The sound of thunder echoed through the forest. Rain fell like pelts of life into the darkness of death. Leaves bounced as the water cascaded down on them. The movement the rain caused on the trees made them seem alive and fluttering. Lightening flickered in the sky. It was like a fairy dancing from cloud to cloud. The flashes emitted like a crazy mad man who couldn’t help but get his hands on electricity.
The sounds of wails would echo through the quietness of the forest. A woman lay in the brush. Her face was to the sky, her skin pale as porcelain. She had been dead for hours now, but no one was there to take of body. Her name was Adeline. Beside Adeline was her two baby son’s. The boys were twins they were hidden in two baskets by the river. It had seemed the woman had tried to get these boys down river to safety. She had been running from something, but had failed to escape.
One child with pale white hair and blue eyes continued to wail. He kicked and moved around in the basket. He was afraid of the world around him. The storm frightening him even more. His basket was close to the river and the constant push of his movements had him caught up in it. Soon he was drifting down and into a whole new world never to be seen.
The other child was still in his basket. This child had black hair and the same blue eyes, but he was calm. The storm had not frightened him, nor did it cause him to cry. He cast his eyes to the heavens as if he already knew his fate ahead of him. A sudden growl would fill within the brush that was near him and his dead mother. The leaves would rustle and shudder in movement. The child would move about in his basket becoming antsy. He seemed to know there was something there. Something ready to harm.
From the brush red eyes would appear. The snarls would grow louder as saliva dripped down onto the soil. They would pull out from the brush slowly. The large furry monsters stood at least six feet tall. Their backs were hunched and there fur was ragged and worn down. Some had cuts and scars on their faces. They had moments when they attacked each other for food. There growls would low and deep. They would begin to swarm around the basket and the body of the dead woman. The baby would look up at the monsters above him and kick his legs. He was not fearing what was above him, but taking in the beast. It was as if this child was analyzing it.
The wolves pounced the dead carcass beginning to tear it apart. They knew the babe was helpless and would leave him for later. They would tear the flesh apart blood seeping down into the grass. The clothes she wore, were now tattered and torn apart. Her red blood would mix in with her blue dress causing a deep purple. One wolf took her head in it’s mouth. Her black hair would drape down along her face. It covered her eyes that seemed to still be in peace. She would feel no pain.
As the wolves would eat hungrily and not paying attention to their surroundings, a faint rustle again would be heard in the surrounding brush. Then a sprint to the trees. The wolves attention was soon drawn. They growled and cast their eyes up hoping to find what was causing the noise. So far they couldn’t see anything. The trees were dark and the one looking down on them would be hidden in the shadows.
The one in the trees would then dart out onto the ground. The figure was too fast for the wolves to capture it’s movements. Slashes would echo through the forest. Blood would spray, heads would fly, death would commence. The bodies of the beasts would all drop what seemed to be at once. Blood would pool around their forms. The figure would now be still and standing in the center. He wore a royal blue man-style kimono. His black hair was pulled back into a tight tail. His lower face was covered by a strap of leather.
This man’s name was Hitori. The loud scraping noise of a sword slamming into the hilt would screech into the child’s ears. The baby now would begin to cry. Saved and ready for a life he would live frightened him. This child already knew. The man walked over to the baby in the basket and lifted him into his arms. He smiled kindly to the baby. “ Shhh child,” he said calmly. “ I am here to save you, you no longer have to be frightened,” he added calmly