I. Return
Well
into the night, where a sheet of glimmering souls lay still during the darkest
of days, faint footsteps were heard across the empty road leading to city. With
it came a cold breeze seldom felt in the village. Candles and lampposts yielded,
leaving the dark path even darker. A lone wolf cried from afar, unaware that
its call would never be heard—the villagers were kept inside their village, cold
and without life. The footsteps, still faint, grew heavier as it nears the
bend. Without the light to unravel even its trail, the nameless, faceless
creature continued on feeding, taking away every inch of life from the sleeping
village, and heading towards the feast that called its hunger in the first
place: Dagoria.
The
faint footsteps grew quicker and even heavier, a chilling excitement brought
about by the strange light coming from the city drew the beast wilder. The road
ahead seemed longer than before, the vile creature realized, but it was
nothing. Inside its possessed mind, hunger was the only call it could heed.
Dagoria
slept soundly tonight.
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