Post by Kay on Jan 5, 2012 9:21:47 GMT 10
Eldar had heard about this place, the Mamioro Cove. People had said it was haunted by a spirit, but Eldar wasn't superstitious and had come to see if there really was such a spirit haunting the cove. He stood by the entrance, hand on sword, "Hello!?" His confident voice shouted into the cove, an echo returning to him.
Eldar sighed and ran a hand through his dark brown hair with a deep set frown on his unshaven face. There was nothing, nothing at all. His heart raced as some loud and shrill sound echoed throughout the cave. Nails, screeching against a chalkboard were what we would have described it as today, but back that Eldar described that sound as a sword being sharpened the wrong way. Either way it was an ear splitting sound that nearly left Eldar deaf.
His hands flew to his ears, his sword clattering to the ground, as he cowered back in pain. Eldar swore. What in the name of the king was that!? He thought, lowering his hands and straightening his bent and tense body. That angel that some say is your conscious screamed at him to not go and investigate, but he wasn’t listening he was listening to that devil on his shoulder that was propelling him forward.
Word count: 214
Eldar sighed and ran a hand through his dark brown hair with a deep set frown on his unshaven face. There was nothing, nothing at all. His heart raced as some loud and shrill sound echoed throughout the cave. Nails, screeching against a chalkboard were what we would have described it as today, but back that Eldar described that sound as a sword being sharpened the wrong way. Either way it was an ear splitting sound that nearly left Eldar deaf.
His hands flew to his ears, his sword clattering to the ground, as he cowered back in pain. Eldar swore. What in the name of the king was that!? He thought, lowering his hands and straightening his bent and tense body. That angel that some say is your conscious screamed at him to not go and investigate, but he wasn’t listening he was listening to that devil on his shoulder that was propelling him forward.
Word count: 214
