Post by kingoftk on Jun 12, 2015 15:55:01 GMT -5
Cold. A word that would describe a morning breeze. Freezing. A word to describe a snow on a mountain. Frigid, Galcial, Sub-zero. Words that don't come close to how cold he and his surroundings were.
Spires of ice rose from the ground. They twisted and branched creating a forest of ice. They reacted in defense of the big skewering anything that got close.
The air only spread. Getting bigger and closer. Trees turned stiff, rocks crack, and animals fell dead from the trees and sky. They forest stood silent
But at its heart a sound could be heard. A voice full of pain, sorrow,gried, and fear. It sobbed and cried lowdly. The boy was sad because of what he did, who he hurt and scared of those who blamed him. With each tear the ice grew.
The villagers watched as the icy fortress grew. No one dared to get close but neither did they run. A disaster threatened their homes and they were helpless but to just watch.
From no were a melody occured that could be heard every were. A women stepped out of the crowd carrying a guitar. As she played she walked closer to the ice. Closer and closer the two became till she stood right in front of it. She began to sing and the ice creaked. As if it were reacting to pain it moved away from her. She then walked towards the center creating a path behind her. Louder and louder she became and quieter and quieter the boy became.
She soon reached the center and looked at the boy. He was a dragonborn. His scales were silver but he was covered in black spots. Probably from coal she thought.
The boy looked back at her. His tears reduced to watery eyes and his wails to sniffles. She took his hand and lead him out of the ice. The began to warm and by the time they reached the exit the ice was gone.
The villagers knew the boy and what he did. Yes they were angry and yes they were scared but no one stopped the woman as she lead him away from the village.
This was the end of Prixans time at the village but the beginning of his story.
Spires of ice rose from the ground. They twisted and branched creating a forest of ice. They reacted in defense of the big skewering anything that got close.
The air only spread. Getting bigger and closer. Trees turned stiff, rocks crack, and animals fell dead from the trees and sky. They forest stood silent
But at its heart a sound could be heard. A voice full of pain, sorrow,gried, and fear. It sobbed and cried lowdly. The boy was sad because of what he did, who he hurt and scared of those who blamed him. With each tear the ice grew.
The villagers watched as the icy fortress grew. No one dared to get close but neither did they run. A disaster threatened their homes and they were helpless but to just watch.
From no were a melody occured that could be heard every were. A women stepped out of the crowd carrying a guitar. As she played she walked closer to the ice. Closer and closer the two became till she stood right in front of it. She began to sing and the ice creaked. As if it were reacting to pain it moved away from her. She then walked towards the center creating a path behind her. Louder and louder she became and quieter and quieter the boy became.
She soon reached the center and looked at the boy. He was a dragonborn. His scales were silver but he was covered in black spots. Probably from coal she thought.
The boy looked back at her. His tears reduced to watery eyes and his wails to sniffles. She took his hand and lead him out of the ice. The began to warm and by the time they reached the exit the ice was gone.
The villagers knew the boy and what he did. Yes they were angry and yes they were scared but no one stopped the woman as she lead him away from the village.
This was the end of Prixans time at the village but the beginning of his story.
