Darkness is the mind of those who know the line of good and evil and chose to do wrong but what if the mind does not know the differences between good and evil? Darkness lives in the mind of Julian, shrouding him from the light that embraces all with open arms. His form appears from the shadows of his thoughts and traverses through the heavy veil of nefarious clouds which surround his every being.

‘Where am I,’ Julian mutters to himself as he breaks through the mist of darkness and finds himself at the edge of an abyss, fire spitting from the bowels of the crevice and wrapping him in a chain of fire, the sulfuric smells striking his senses with anger. His spirit rises from his body and becomes the audience to his own play. He watches in cold fear as a blinding white light escapes through the flames and blinds him with a heavenly glow.

The divine light outlines the figure of a slender looking woman. Her frame is decorated with slight curves that extenuate her hips. Her face is hidden behind the white light and it nods back and forth as if though she disapproves of something. A long sword hangs by her side and disappears from sight as the light radiates more powerfully.

A small whistle is sounded from behind the golden silhouette of the woman. Its hum slowly becomes higher in tone and becomes a slight shrill. It increases in volume and screams a high pitched wail. The zora keels over and slams his hands over his ears. His eyes are locked on to the light and he begins to scream in pain but his screams are over come by the sounds of the aurora before him. He looks up at the light with tears of anger and pain. His redden eyes widen in shock as he stares at the source of his torture. A sword whistles towards his frail figure and as it cuts through the air; it smiles at the zora’s face as the light reflects off its crimson blade. Julian, no longer in pain of the screams of the sword, removes his hands from his ears and stretches them outward in a petty attempt to shield himself from the speeding death aimed at his body. His final yells escape his mouth as the spear cuts through his body and pain once again takes hold of him. His eyes are clenched closed and he screams in pain as the metal tears through his chest. From the wound radiates a blackness, shrieks of pain echo through the hollow walls of his mind like the screams of many families dieing.

“Ahh!.”

Julian awakens from the nightmare with a jerk. He grabs his robes and pulls them to the side as he inspects his chest. His face is drenched in sweat and his breath is heavy. Tears run down his face in streams of salty water. His body shivers as his body becomes ice.

‘What…happened…I can’t breathe.’ Julian, now in shock of his nightmare, leaps up. His eyes darting across the clearing. ‘Did they notice? Where is Alpha? The fight. And the others? This place has nothing for me…as for the dream…it means nothing…’

Julian slowly picks up his staff, his hands shivering at the touch of its exterior. His footsteps enter the darkness of the forest and his voice vanishes with one last word.

“Nothing.”

OOC: No replies needed. Comments are nice but no story replies.

OOC: Are you gonna sit there and tell me that I waited all this time for you to post your story just so that you could say that we couldn't post at it?

You're sick, man.

Nice post though. Two questions: when's the next one and where's it gonna be?

OOC: Why do you think I have the seer. Gosh man. Oh, and yeah, I am sick so sick that I feel I should punish all who appose me with a ban on posting in my topic. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!

As for timing...next tuesday or thursday but I'll let you everyone know one day in advance with the seer.