dangerous roads
03-12-2019, 10:29 PM
The spider-witch was sitting on the beach lulled by the languid flowing of the tide. As she watched the waves carelessly dribbling onto the sand she couldn't help thinking about the scenes she beheld the days before. Her own brother, th eheir of their Empire, her King, got taken away from her. He became a slave or God knows what to the religious fanatic. What she saw in the smooth twilight of the Battlefield was something that would conjure powerful images in her mind for days to come. The spirits were enraged by the acts performed on that day. She sat transfixed watching the sky just above the horizon not knowing what to make of the vision that was unfolding before her eyes. Then dusk came, followed by night accompanied with a soft breeze gently stroking her ghoulish face. The gurgling and the gushing of the waves brought her back to reality. Alone on this soft golden sand beach hemmed in by jagged cliffs she wanted to find a new resolve, she had to find a way to get to Hannibal. She had to find her way back to reality and start her quest after the stolen horizon, after her stolen brother.. Speech |
