Silver Silence (A Story In The Making)
I'm not actually sure of this story at the moment but I thought I should add it. I started this story only recently so it’s JUST been written. ENJOY <3
A slow wind swept through the charred remains of the kingdom of Osseir. The large capital of Elesnmíre had collapsed within flames. The citizens of the city had run for there lives and took whatever possessions they could carry as there homes where engulfed in flames. The fire was unnatural it was a mixture of magic, malice and hate with only one purpose, to destroy the royal family of Osseir and everyone who stood in it’s way. After five days the city was finally reduced to ashes and for five days more the citizens who had lost their homes and family wept as they mourned their loss, for the once great city of Osseir, was destroyed and their beloved rulers with it.
Cloaked in the darkness of night three figures ran quietly among the ruins searching for survivors. The tallest of the figures reached the gates of the burnt castle when suddenly a bolt of silver light struck him in the chest. Sitting on the scorched throne was a half conscious boy. His eyes flickered under his half closed eyelids. The boy looked ten years old with raven black hair he was covered with burns and soot. Even in his weakened state he still had the presence of someone terrifyingly powerful.
"We mean you no harm!" Shouted the person the boy struck down. One of the man’s companions had rushed to his side in an instant and helped him up.
"We are friends of the royal family, if any harm happened to them we were given the task of finding survivors and helping them," said the third hooded person.
The boy lifted his head and revealed cold silver eyes that had lost their sparkle. The Figures suddenly bowed to the boy. The only person in the whole of Osseir who had eyes such as these was the crown prince, Rhyken. The young prince grimaced and his eyes screamed with sadness and loss.
"Do not bow to me, for I am no different to you. In the span of only days I have lost my family and have nothing left; I wish to find whoever did this. I will go into hiding and people will assume I’m dead and when I find the scum that did this I will come back to kill them and claim the land that is mine," The young boy said harshly. The sadness turned to anger as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
The three figures bowed even deeper and in the darkness of the night they picked the young prince up and stole away into the night.
Cloaked in the darkness of night three figures ran quietly among the ruins searching for survivors. The tallest of the figures reached the gates of the burnt castle when suddenly a bolt of silver light struck him in the chest. Sitting on the scorched throne was a half conscious boy. His eyes flickered under his half closed eyelids. The boy looked ten years old with raven black hair he was covered with burns and soot. Even in his weakened state he still had the presence of someone terrifyingly powerful.
"We mean you no harm!" Shouted the person the boy struck down. One of the man’s companions had rushed to his side in an instant and helped him up.
"We are friends of the royal family, if any harm happened to them we were given the task of finding survivors and helping them," said the third hooded person.
The boy lifted his head and revealed cold silver eyes that had lost their sparkle. The Figures suddenly bowed to the boy. The only person in the whole of Osseir who had eyes such as these was the crown prince, Rhyken. The young prince grimaced and his eyes screamed with sadness and loss.
"Do not bow to me, for I am no different to you. In the span of only days I have lost my family and have nothing left; I wish to find whoever did this. I will go into hiding and people will assume I’m dead and when I find the scum that did this I will come back to kill them and claim the land that is mine," The young boy said harshly. The sadness turned to anger as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
The three figures bowed even deeper and in the darkness of the night they picked the young prince up and stole away into the night.
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