Post by moonglum on Jul 5, 2007 14:55:12 GMT -6
The rain thundered down onto a world of mud. It rained yesterday, it would rain tomorrow. Always rain. It lubricated the air and made it easier for the thunder to crash. Ragwolf staggered on, careful not to slip from the causeway into the murky black waters on either side. He was late. They would be gathering about now and he had to get there, had to warn him. Just two more islands to go before he reached the portal. This world was almost entirely covered with dark water. The only landmass, a series of muddy islands connected by thin strips of muddy land. The thunder crashed through the rain and a bolt of lightning split the black sky, turning night into day. Ragwolf saw something flash on a nearby island, it was out of his way, but he was naturally curious. It meant going back and branching off on another causeway. 'I'm late', he muttered. 'It's bright though', he thought as he turned back.
He was not a native of this world. No, they.......she, had used him and discarded him. Taken his sword and left him here to rot. His sword, not hers. He had found it, he had changed it. It was his, his! Ragwolf muttered and mumbled as he made his way along the other causeway and eventually reached the island. Another bolt of lightning split the sky and again he saw it ahead.
He was no more than a few feet away from it now and he stopped. Ragwolf looked and wondered who had left such an ornate mirror out here. He walked closer until he stood in front of it, and studied his reflection. There was mud on his cheek. He reached up and wiped it with his finger. It was stil there. His hand went back to the spot and this time he rubbed at it with the backs of his fingers. Ragwolf was surprised, first by the fact that the spot was still there on his cheek. Secondly, as he peered closer at his reflection, by the two arms that emerged from the glass, gripped his ears and pulled him into it.
The rain kept falling and the thunder crashed. The lightning lit the sky again, nothing changed. Except this time the mirror, like Ragwolf, had gone.
He was not a native of this world. No, they.......she, had used him and discarded him. Taken his sword and left him here to rot. His sword, not hers. He had found it, he had changed it. It was his, his! Ragwolf muttered and mumbled as he made his way along the other causeway and eventually reached the island. Another bolt of lightning split the sky and again he saw it ahead.
He was no more than a few feet away from it now and he stopped. Ragwolf looked and wondered who had left such an ornate mirror out here. He walked closer until he stood in front of it, and studied his reflection. There was mud on his cheek. He reached up and wiped it with his finger. It was stil there. His hand went back to the spot and this time he rubbed at it with the backs of his fingers. Ragwolf was surprised, first by the fact that the spot was still there on his cheek. Secondly, as he peered closer at his reflection, by the two arms that emerged from the glass, gripped his ears and pulled him into it.
The rain kept falling and the thunder crashed. The lightning lit the sky again, nothing changed. Except this time the mirror, like Ragwolf, had gone.