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Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: The UK, England.
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'Set in Stone'
Something rose in the distance, nothing particularly interesting; it was rather small, as a matter of fact it was actually rather dull too, just a sphere. A, small, black sphere. Yet, tens of thousands of eyes watched its accent, watched it sore through the open, cobalt blue sky, not a cloud lingers insight, not the spec of a wandering bird, just the glowing warm sun and a small black sphere.
It kept rising, slowly, ever so slowly. It grew too, not as one might expect, no, in fact it was becoming thinner, growing into a cylinder type shape. Still the on lookers’ gazes were fixed, staring in wonder, or fear.
The cylinders exterior was becoming visible, a swirling void of deepest blue, boarding black. It began to spread, quicker then before. Wider it grew, until it quite resembled a tunnel, a crashing wave set in a loop.
With a sudden crash one of its ends was gone; a trail of the same deep blue void behind it, stretching up to the heavens beyond, it looked as if the sky had been torn apart.
Still the stand Byers looked on, unable to part from their space on the ground. Tens of thousands of people, supposing sentient life, if they deserved to live they’d have ran by now.
A bulge appeared in the deep blue tunnel, it fell through the pipe as if working by gravity, although it fell with a certain aspect that suggested otherwise. A cool, inviting breeze passed over the crowd causing loose clothing to flutter and hair to whip about.
As the bulge neared the end of its journey, an air of despaired fell about the place, clouds of jet black began to roll over the sky, smothering the sun and its protective rays. The storm produced unnaturally green lighting, which would be shortly followed by the low grumble of thunder.
The crowd tried to disperse, sensing an end. Too late, they ran, faster and faster, they couldn’t get away, they could never get away. For those who know their fate, the end came in the form of a blistering white light, it came from the tunnel, the strange alien tube, causing their world, their life’s, their memories to become little more, then cosmic dust.
Ranults eyes stung from the sweat.
He moped his sleeve across his brow, muscles pumping he glanced behind. They were still on his tail.
‘Thief,’ they cried, working their legs, in hot pursuit. The draped figure they chased moved with the grace of a cat, never a foot out of place, and the speed of a horse.
An arrow flew past his head; it was buried in a market stand, eyes wide he ploughed onwards, unsure of his destination. The crowds parted for the drama, looking on in anticipated excitement.
Legs burning, chest heaving, Ranult rounded another bend. Faced with a fork in the unpredictable roads, he gritted his teeth and made for the left, more angry cries from behind told him he’d attracted more guards.
His cloak fluttered behind him, hood still in place, he made for a narrow side path. He slid into the confined space, a filthy and dark area, without slowing he kept sprinting head on.
The guards pilled into the side path, a small band, five strong, their actions slightly more clumsy then their pursued. They tripped over one another, grazing across the walls, slowing considerably, but not enough.
With a soft moan, Ranult abruptly stopped, he’d hit a dead end. With the guards advancing, he breathed heavily, searching for an exit. None presented itself, they were almost upon him now, anger darkened their faces, eyes burnt with bloodlust, longing for justice. No retreat, no option, Ranult drew his sword and employed a dagger for his free hand.
‘Return what you stole, and we’ll spare you death by sword.’ The front most guard seethed, blade drawn, edging closer.
Ranult spat at its feet ‘and die by the gully? Sir, you disrespect me.’
‘Human, you know not your place, die now.’ The guard charged, his fellows backing him. The narrow side path meant that only one duel could commence at any time, perfect for an expert swordsman. The guards queued up, in single file, waiting for their turn, throwing insults along the column.
He fell, with a dagger buried in his forehead, the next guard stepped over his body, this one proved a harder opponent, putting up an immediate defence. Every swipe was parried and every lunge blocked. They hacked away at each others defences for a short wile, the tilt of the guards blade pierced Ranults shoulder, he cried out and staggered backwards, cornering himself further. A blind rage overcame him, he hammered at the unsuspecting guard, feeling less resistance with every deflect. A breakthrough came, the guards defences had been shattered, he left his left arm exposed for a second, costing him the limb. He howled in pain and shifted backwards, straight onto a fellows drawn blade, he fell forward, blood leaking from the mouth, dead.
A third guard fancied his chances; he stepped forward, carefully, eyeing his opponent. Sword held in both hands he swung, cleaving air and nothing more, his blade collided with the nearby wall creating sparks. Quick to the kill, Ranult parted the beasts head from its shoulders, creating an explosion of crimson, showering the remaining guards.
Holding his blade at arms length, tilt aimed at the guard’s throat, Ranult mouthed ‘run.’ Dropping their swords, the two remaining guards scrambled over one another, pelting back towards the street.
Laughing, Ranult scabbed his sword, after cleaning it of blood, and walked his way back down the side path.
Upon reconnecting with the main road, Ranult cursed under his breath. A good forty, maybe fifty guards had gathered to block his escape. They held bows taut, arrows in place.
‘Drop your weapon!’ A captain demanded. Reluctantly, Ranult untied his scarab, letting it fall to the ground, with a clatter. Several of the ape like creatures moved in on him, two held him by the arms, securing him, whilst a third beat him over the head repeatedly. His lip split and his nose broke; blood seeped from the wounds, dripping from his chin.
Disorientated and muddled he hung his head, still the beats were being issued, before long he blacked out.
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Questioning everything but learning nothing since 1991.
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. I get what you mean about the better words here and there and I'll go through substituting them after an in depth proof read, which might get rid of the grammatical mistakes too. Hopefully.
