The light swirled in the veil of star countering the vicious colors that sprung from the shadows. The Moon Cross Jian slashed through the bright pigments, cutting viciously with each move. Its wielder stepped back and without a word sheathed the blue-silver metal of the blade back into the scabbard. He turned and walked away, still shaking from the battle, then the smell of the bodies came and he hastened his pace.
"Starlght will fade eventually you know...it's just a matter of time," Kall'eruo said to the Prophet. It nodded to him and held out a paintbrush. He then moved his hand forward urging the teen on. Kall'eruo took it and wrote down the premonition on the stretched pelt.
The Prophet stood up and inspected the drawing. He motioned his patient over and made a confused look with his eyebrows. "It's...well kind of like a falling light." The Prophet opened his mouth to talk--which he rarely did. "Is this what a star looks like, my son?" Kall'eruo shuffled in his stance obstructng his pure black shadow in the mid-day sun.
Amber leaves fell to the ground and the moon rose slowly to the horizon. The man walked through the trees, aware of the sounds that followed behind him. He turned a left through a row of parallel birches. and waited for the footsteps of the new assailants. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. .. . .. . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......................CRACK! A tree went into flying pieces by the blackish, glimmering blade. The sound stopped. Then he heard a light rhythm at random between the serging calls of the birds. ".. . . .... . . ..... . . ..... . . .... ... ... ... ... ... .......... . .. . . ... . .. . . . . .. . .. .. . .. . .. ..... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .. .. . .. . .................................... . . . . . . .................................. .. .. . .. ............................................. .. .. ....... . . . . . . . . . . . . ... .. .. .. .. . . .. . . . . .. .. . .. The wind stung around a blade in the dark abyss of the night and made the stranger cringe.Light spurred out from the clashing swords, covering the space around them in a rainbow-mixed color. The man stopped and flipped backward to the assassin, where the murderer sliced to the side of his body and in front of his back. Where he struck nothing but air. A gentle dash was heard and stars glittered about the area forming a cage around the intruder. They spun into shivs and flew to the center of the trap. Clangs knocked the shining knives to the ground. They then turned a glistening black and started to spin in a unique pattern individually. Then started to beam across the center leaving red in their wake.
Kall'eruo walked through the rain that splashed in organized spaces with his head down. He thought nothing could be same and nothing could be correct. This sinking feeling made him metacognate. A meal s only made perfectly once and a death is never made out to be equal to another's demise. The rebuttle of a thounsanth thought mae the boy stop and shake his head. This he world in his mind...was imperfect, it was...disgustingly unfair and as the sun drew down beyond the mountains he swore the rainbow above the treetops was redder than most days.
The mangled corpse of the late night assassin was no more than a souls shell cast out on a slab of rock near the Falls Of Rethoui. The man was going to dispose of ths body but something tugged him back from the person's being and then something began to stir in his gut. It felt black and heavy, like a burden or a regret. He silently walked away from it, sheathing his blade, its last reflection glinteing in the blackened foggy, color-mixed sky.
Dring each of the following days, Kall'eruo had begun a peculiar premonition each time he was scheduled for a visit to the prophet. Routinely, his fingers started to shake and then, black rings rose around his eyes. He then took the brush and each time wrote out a number a the times the number counted, today he wrote 5 5's and additionally he rote out a different cycle of the moon. Today it was crescant. And the ink was an aquatic light blue that shimmered around every projected corner in the room.
The stranger looked up into the crisp night air. Behind a cloud he could make out the moon, curved and shining a broad yellow. He couldn't stop looking at it, however he could move his body. Then suddenly, he started to convulse. His muscles tensed to high extremes. Agony stung all over his body. Then the same light white colored energy rose in a circle around him. Stones and gravel levitated to the sky. And he felt and excruciatingly hot sensation along the sheath of his blade. Blackness......
The meticluous routine Kall'eruo gained broke out into even more peculiarw
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