Thread: vanity of vanities; all is vanity [on going]

... The dark world was rushing by and the wind sang loudly in her ears. The young girl gazed him wondering, if he was awake or still sleeping. She could see nothing but the wheeling stars, and away to her right vast shadows against the sky where her hometown laid. Sleepy she tried to reckon the time and stages of their journey, but this memory was drowsy and uncertain. Like a swift moving dream in which she had been wrapped so long since the great ride began. Her mind got lost into those wicked memories, remind her how everything began. ... Stage One - Finally I met you!!! She come from a silent town and a great empty house on the hill. Filled with winged shadows and memories wilted in fear, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings, and then again riding, riding into the night. And with that hideous memory she woke fully and shivered, and the noise of the wind become filled with menacing voices. A light kindled in the Sky, a blaze of blue fire behind dark barriers. She could remember how everything vanished with one blink. The entire city was gone just like that, few months ago by a dark force that was resting in the East. She cowered back, afraid of a moment wondering into what dreadful country this darkness was bearing her. She rubbed her eyes, and then saw it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at th full. So the night was not yet old and her mind would trying to convince her heart that it was time to fight back. She had lost everyone and everything in the most brutal way, family, friends. This darkness, had simply devoured anything it passed by. What is left for me here? she whispered to herself only sadness and loneliness... She gazed the open sky So I better seek revenge, a way to summon the evil that started to spread into the east...and raised so quickly starting to make the world a wicked dark place to live in her words were feeling the empty house. There was silence again for a while, she become drowsy again, she wondered if that was the best way, and how to start her quest. She got up walked towards the door, beyond her shoulder she was holding her bag, she closed the door behind her and started to walk down the hill. Her journey had just began. Meanwhile close to the darker power that was rising in the east, where a fellowship of strange persona, that fate had united them long ago. All had one cause to be together fighting the new evil force and a darker reason all lost something from this force. Nao Archer woke to the sound of voices, another day of hiding and a night of journey had fleeted by. It was twilightthe cold dawn was at at hand again, and chill grey mists were about them.The young man was one of the first that entered the fellowship. The truth was he had not past memories, some say it was after a accident he had, others admit the sorrow was to much to handle and he snapped forgetting everything. But he had dedicated his life in the fight, and he was one of the best swords man and archer, the fellowship had. His word would all the time count, few thought him as the leader , but he was never considered himself as one. Younger than most of the men around him, with a deep tinge in his voice, long black hair that he always had tight up, and eyes black like the night, with look bizarre, dark. Not to tall, mostly thin with muscles not to inflated, rather handsome and strong. He was still gazing at the sky, lending his body against a tree, counting the next sun rise. Next to him, Bo Walker the man who found him wounded after his accident, saved him and let him in the fellowship. A reddish dwarf that had passed through more battles and perils that anyone had, one that fought against that evil long ago before it power spread. He had lost all of his kind, and he was the last who survived. His real power designing the attacks of the battles, thinking of each detail to take care of and fixing each problem that would occur. He was the right hand of the fellowship, and the older around those parts who knew most of the secrets. NoteStory in progress, not finished yet.