The Shadow Wraiths

 

 

Prologue

 

The wind was particularly restless tonight, something was happening. The wind howled and cried scattering dead leaves in its wake, and rippling the water of a small pond. The trees bent and swayed as thunder called in the distance. The sky was dark as the clouds gathered over the moon, stars falling prey to the darkness. The wind grew stronger and blew furiously through the night, the creatures of the forest howling and dashing for cover. Lightning struck and a fire rose up in the trees, touching, but never burning.

 

Nearby all of these happenings, a young girl was running home, feet pounding on the solid concrete of the path. Something was stalking her, she knew it. She could already hear the sound of another personÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s footsteps striking the ground; she could already her stalkerÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s heavy breathing because of all the running.

 

Suddenly, one of the trees burning toppled down, its trunk groaning from the pressured weight. It crashed to landing 10 metres in front of the girl. She screamed as she felt the powerful heat, making her face sweat.

 

She turned around, and found that her pursuer was not one person, but seven dark figures. She screamed again and tried to run, but, at the same time, felt a sharp stab of pain in the back of her head and, as a last resort, took off her shiny boot, and hurled it at her attackers. Then she drifted into unconsciousness.......

 

 

Chapter one: The truth comes out

 

The sun climbed up the horizon, and the rooster crowed. It was now dawn.

 

Jerome yawned and tumbled out of bed. It had been a hard night, practicing and training for the big Duel contest today at the Duel Arena in Al Kharid. He stood up and yawned a second time, noticing that his armor and weapons were neatly stacked on the floor in front of the bedroom door. He smiled. Looks like his mom came to kiss him goodnight after all.

 

He stuffed his full Guthix armor inside a big backpack he found in his drawer, and tucked his dragon long sword and dragon dagger (p) in his belt. Jerome put a few coins inside his coin bag tied to his waist, around 100,000 gp.

 

He races downstairs and sighs at the delicious smell of pancakes wafting through the air. He was greeted by the sight of 5 pancakes piled high on his plate, and his mother pouring milk into his special cup, given to him by his special friend, Emily.

 

His mother smiled as he gobbled up all the pancakes in a few minutes and drank his milk at the same time. Jerome got up after he finished and started to pack cooked sharks for food, prayer, attack, strength, and defense potions into his big backpack. He headed for the front door, backpack banging on his leg, pausing only to kiss his mother goodbye and wave at her.

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Å Bye Jerome! Hope you win the championship for the duel! DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t get yourself injured or killed!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

C'mon someone please read it!

 

 

 

Why is everyone so dormant...

 

 

 

I spent A LONG TIME writing that story.. :evil:

meh, I didn't like it, kinda sucked.. nothing personal :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

I LOVED it!!! Right the ending or whatever is left soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I believe you mean write

 

 

 

Anyways pretty good, it seems that the over-all quality of the work in the libary has improved sinceI last checked a month ago.