Prowling Shadows - Chapter OneThe boy stood in the centre of the living room. The furniture, which was on most occasions mellow colours of tan and teal, was awash with tones of orange as flickering flames swirled violently. The windows were scorched black, and the only light came from the flames. The fire seemed to take on a vivid life of its own, and gushed thick smoke into the room. The shroud penetrated the boy's senses, although he didn't seem to notice. Instead, his attention was fixed on a woman, a man and a child who stood across the room.Their shapes were silhouetted against the crackling inferno as the fire roared between them. Suddenly, to the sound of screeching screams, the shadowy forms melted, dissolving into the searing floorboards.The boy still stared - fixated on where his family had once stood.The flames leapt higher in a burst of energy, sparks raining down and relighting the fires anew. His knees buckled under him and he collapsed to the floor, unable to move as smoke tumbled again
A Land of Dust and BloodThe man was stooped down on the flat, yellow stone roof, a black hooded cloak billowing out behind him. The two suns were setting, seemingly coming to rest at the sand dunes, one blue and the other green. The horizon purpled as the suns set, casting barely any light on the man's features. He crouched there, watching the city below him. Archronians bustled around, hurrying for curfew. The sands would soon cool drastically, to almost freezing temperatures, as the suns deserted their lands for the night. As the darkness crept in, barely any people would be left in the cold. They would scurry to their holes like roaches in fear. They had passed another day, making it through without any scrapes.The silent watcher knew that their false sense of safety wouldn't last much longer.A black ship shot past him, creating a loud whirring noise and ripping his cloak from him. The dark cloth twisted in the rip from the ship's engines, then drifted to the dirt floor.The man's skin was extremely pale
TotemThe young man stood atop the mountain of the lion spirit. A wooden spear was held tightly in his shaking grip. It was carved intricately, depicting animals of all sorts, though all sacred.Yet the weapon wasn't fashioned by his hand. Feathers and cloth decorated the spear, and the hard tip was deadly sharp.Snow drifted gently in the chill wind and the man shook in his fur hide leggings and coat, his eyes rimmed in sorrowful red. There was a roar behind him. A roar so powerful the mountain trembled. The man turned and the sacred lion, the guardian of the mountain, stood before him. The lion rose to its hind legs, standing like a man. It towered over the man, easily three times taller.You are not worthy to be here! The lion bellowed ferociously. Leave!The man did not leave. He stood his ground and drew his courage. He bellowed back; "My name is Tahasi. I have come to slay you, as you have taken the life of my brother!"The lion fell back to all fours, and the mountain tr
Remember Reach"Civilians will proceed quickly to the south bay exit. Please remain calm. This is not a drill."Red lights flared viciously as a recorded voice repeated continuously over the clamor of yelling and alarms. Innocents flooded into crowds, startled cries and speech mixing with the ruckus. The sounds began to meld into one deafening blare. The city was blanketed in a film of dust. Explosions rung out, spraying debris into the sky. The air was clogged with smoke and hot with fire and vehicle exhaust.The whole commotion was suffocating to the senses.Forcing their way against the flow of civilians, the marines shoved forwards, yelling warnings and the such to the crowds. They broke free of the mob and stood in a wide road, the cool metal of their weapons chilling through their khaki gloves.Craters pockmarked the asphalt and cement. Fires blazed along the buildings.Covenant pods propelled towards the city, lighting blazing trails through the heavens as they shot through Reach's atmosphere.