08-01-2009, 01:55 PM
Evening came down quick and, after a long journey, Z had finally reached the city. However, he saw that it had been completely destroyed. He was surprised but not completely. His emotions had somewhat depleted ever since he was “changed”.
“There’s no way the person we are looking for could be here now.”
“You’re wrong,” his conscience spoke out to him, “that same presence is still here.”
“How can you even be sure? And how do I know that you are not leading me into trouble?” Z was highly doubtful.
“Oh ye of little faith keep walking. We will eventually run into him.”
“Him?”
His conscience discontinued speaking to him so he was forced to go on. As he walked through the city, flames seemed to surround him and the smoke was dispersing unusually. He thought to himself, “What is going on? Something doesn’t seem right. Are the flames following me? Or am I controlling them?”
Suddenly a man bumped into him and they both fell over.
“Hey watch it!” The man replied.
“You’re the one who bumped into me!” Z retorted.
After the man looked Z up and down he realized, by his clothing, that he wasn’t from around there. And Z realized that the man was no ordinary man. He wore an imperial outfit and a sword by his side.
“Who are you?” Z asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Z temporarily switched the subject. “What happened to this city?”
“Look around you!” The man replied angrily. “What do you think?”
“Don’t get angry at me, I just got here.”
“Well, wherever you came from you wasted your time coming here,” the man replied. “What did you come here for in the first place?”
“Well,” Z began, “I’m looking for a man…”
Suddenly a shadow swooped down from the sky and attempted to slay the man in imperial clothing. But Z knocked him over, evading the figure’s attack.
“Dammit, this is not good.” The man replied.
“What the Hell was that?!” Z asked keeping his guard up, not seeing where the shadow fled to.
“A wraith,” the man replied. “We need to get out of here.”
“Z!”
His conscience spoke out to him.
“This is not a good time.”
“Protect that man with your life. He will lead us to the man we are looking for.”
“Can’t you lend me some of your powers so I can protect him?”
“I can’t use any of my powers right now to help you. I’m still restoring myself. Get out of the city and away from that thing, quickly!”
“Damn!” Z shouted out loud.
The man was puzzled because it looked like Z was talking to himself. But he thought nothing of it. “Let’s get out of here, will you lend your support to me?”
“Just who are you?” Z asked again.
The shadow dropped from a ruined building and landed in front of Z and the imperial man with a hard crash. It looked at them both with eyes as blacker than the darkest abyss. It’s mouth was covered by a mask and most of it’s body was covered in black clothing. His hair was green and spiky wrapped with a black bandana across his forehead that showed a skull.
“I found you, Noir prince of Quarzt.”
“There’s no way the person we are looking for could be here now.”
“You’re wrong,” his conscience spoke out to him, “that same presence is still here.”
“How can you even be sure? And how do I know that you are not leading me into trouble?” Z was highly doubtful.
“Oh ye of little faith keep walking. We will eventually run into him.”
“Him?”
His conscience discontinued speaking to him so he was forced to go on. As he walked through the city, flames seemed to surround him and the smoke was dispersing unusually. He thought to himself, “What is going on? Something doesn’t seem right. Are the flames following me? Or am I controlling them?”
Suddenly a man bumped into him and they both fell over.
“Hey watch it!” The man replied.
“You’re the one who bumped into me!” Z retorted.
After the man looked Z up and down he realized, by his clothing, that he wasn’t from around there. And Z realized that the man was no ordinary man. He wore an imperial outfit and a sword by his side.
“Who are you?” Z asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Z temporarily switched the subject. “What happened to this city?”
“Look around you!” The man replied angrily. “What do you think?”
“Don’t get angry at me, I just got here.”
“Well, wherever you came from you wasted your time coming here,” the man replied. “What did you come here for in the first place?”
“Well,” Z began, “I’m looking for a man…”
Suddenly a shadow swooped down from the sky and attempted to slay the man in imperial clothing. But Z knocked him over, evading the figure’s attack.
“Dammit, this is not good.” The man replied.
“What the Hell was that?!” Z asked keeping his guard up, not seeing where the shadow fled to.
“A wraith,” the man replied. “We need to get out of here.”
“Z!”
His conscience spoke out to him.
“This is not a good time.”
“Protect that man with your life. He will lead us to the man we are looking for.”
“Can’t you lend me some of your powers so I can protect him?”
“I can’t use any of my powers right now to help you. I’m still restoring myself. Get out of the city and away from that thing, quickly!”
“Damn!” Z shouted out loud.
The man was puzzled because it looked like Z was talking to himself. But he thought nothing of it. “Let’s get out of here, will you lend your support to me?”
“Just who are you?” Z asked again.
The shadow dropped from a ruined building and landed in front of Z and the imperial man with a hard crash. It looked at them both with eyes as blacker than the darkest abyss. It’s mouth was covered by a mask and most of it’s body was covered in black clothing. His hair was green and spiky wrapped with a black bandana across his forehead that showed a skull.
“I found you, Noir prince of Quarzt.”
Escape is a two-syllable word that grants temporary peace in the present to a future victim.