Black Bodice Overhead And The Moon

“I still couldn’t comprehend that this might be a matter of life and death, that this was the most serious thing I’d ever been involved in.”

The creature locked eyes with Maia and pointed towards her. “We needed her, our master wishes for her to be with him, we must do what our master wishes.”

“Oh my gosh! No, no, no,” Embry said, backing up with a fright. “They are here to take me! Don’t let them Faith! Don’t let them,”

"So, where are we?" I fell to the ground, annoyed. "You said that without knowing where we were going?!" Madam Red yelled, saying exactly what I was thinking. Ciel explained to us what this place was, but I didn't really listen. None of us made a move to go inside. "Well.." I murmured, opening the door. Inside was spooky and creepy. Webs everywhere, centipedes crawling on the roof, it was certainly a creepy place. I leaned against something I couldn't make out,

The last rays of the sun gleamed off golden domes and then shot up into the sky to spark the first shimmering of stars. Then the darkness came. Swift it fell, as though a lamp were snuffed out, and the air stilled, and an eerie silence grew. This was no rowdy city; not tonight. It was a city under siege, and word of the dark sorcery of the previous night ran from district to district, house to house, person to person. Fear ruled the shadows tonight. The house doors were shut. The inns were empty. All the city’s windows were barred.

“Oh, glory!” Dally whispered. It was one of the worst scenes he’s seen, and Dally has seen a ton of treacherous stuff. The church looked as if it had just gone through a tornado. Half of the doors were broken, all of the windows were smashed to pieces. And most importantly, half of the roof was missing.

He turns around to get a look of the area he had inadvertently placed himself in and is met with the sickening sight of a prison. As far back as he can see and stretching just as high there are cells brimming with prisoners. The ones he can see are blooded, bruised, and obviously emaciated. Many look like they had to have been here since before all of this began, look as if

“Until now, you’ve known what I did, but I don’t think you truly understood. What I do. What I am. That was unfair. Now, you are going to see everything so you can make a real choice about your future.” The Angel explained, watching their face closely.

Gawaine, the poor boy, had decided to walk slowly towards a dragon, crying ‘Rumplesnitz’ and cut off the head of the dragon. As he had this internal debate, he barely managed to notice the darkening clouds above him. As the rain beat down on Gawaine, he fled, down through the forest, heading just past the ‘smoke’ from the dragon.

“Dear goddesses,” the man moaned, clutching his head and trembling. “Am I in the dungeons again? Guess I am.” The man shook violently and Ulrich was concerned.

The ghoul opens his burdensome eyes and greets with the dusky starless sky, "Hmph, Hell is already better than I thought," the ghoul spoke coarsely as he lies in an

Torien had left taken them to the other side of the dungeon. He showed them a secret door in the cells and they used that as their means of escape. Outside the at the entrance Naberius had arrived.

The moon rose over the mountain casting a pale of blue light over the smoking ashes of the Spriggan Forest. The light of the moon mixed with morning fog and smoke creating a veil between the star written sky and the ashen ground. The trees shaken and trembling, limbs hanging by a thread dangling in the sky. It wasn’t always like this. The veil and ashen ground was conjured up by Dovazuul, the gatekeeper and the Executioner.

Abella’s eyes filled with sadness and fright, “You might…” Abella paused and whispered, “go to the Prison of the Disparus!”

“Ah okay, I get what you mean. But what does all this have to do with finding our Chosen?” Zane asked impatiently.