Darkness's rein

Darkness's rein

A Story by Paul Wallace
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Well, switching it up, this is a small story I made

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Light and Darkness IV

 

I winced as I stepped on a pebble. Of course this road was unpaved and rocky. My village didnt have the resources to pave a road, especially the main road. I carried a bag made of wolf skin through on the road. I looked around to see if I could find anything interesting so my long walk wouldnt be so boring. This was the part of the road that weaved through the Great Ruins. We heard many stories about the Great Ruins, but I couldnt put my finger on what the name of the ruins were. I looked up, nothing but the usual black clouds. Only the elders seemed to know when it was day. I never could. I only saw black, black, and tiny hints of gray. They said that the angels of God told them. That was it! The name of the ruins were Los Angeles! I skipped past a rather big rock and turned to a place where blood had stained a building. Obviously it was done by the Creatures. An unoriginal name for deadly nightmare creatures. In fact they only did come out at night. That was the only reason we kept those old farts (elders) in our village. All villagers were told to avoid any shadow, and we didnt have to be told twice. I came to a clearing where there was tall grass. Another rare sight, grass. I let my sore feet get tickled by the soft grass. Then I heard something breath to my right. I looked up, it was still light out...I think. I quickly sprinted into the grass on the opposite side of the noise. As I sprinted I heard it behind me running faster. He would soon catch me. My mind tore away from me and I thought about the blood on the wall. I ran faster. I sprinted into a clearing and stopped. I couldnt out run this beast, so I took a stance and waited. For a moment there was nothing. Peace. But only for a moment. The beast charged out of the grass directly at me. I dove to the right and narrowly dodged it. I looked up and saw it. It was a pitch black boar with gleaming red eyes. Its tusks were stained red. More bad thoughts, more stress, less chance of survival. I shakily stood up. As if on que the boar charger and hit me in the gut. I spat blood while falling to the ground. The boar was on top of me ready to make the final stroke to kill. But it hesitated. I didnt notice though, because my eyes were closed. RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK! The boar was flung off me. I looked up to see an eagle hovering over me. It had a sort of glow to it that I couldnt put. The eagle charged at the disoriented boar. It went straight for the eyes, and got one. The boar screeched again, this time in fury. It rammed the eagle with its tusks waving. The pair battled ferociously. Blood was splattered everywhere. It was a back and forth battle. One point the eagle is winning, the next its pinned down. I gasped as the eagle was thrown down. I kicked the boar as hard as i could so I could help the eagle. My kick did just enough to make the boar turn and look at me for a fraction of a second. That was enough for the eagle to get through the pin and make the final blow to the heart. The eagle ripped it out in a spray of dark blood. The heart looked like it was burnt to a crisp. The eagle dropped the heart, looked at me, and flew right toward a big black cloud. I followed it with my eyes as it flew. When it hit the black cloud, it put a hole in it. A small hole, but a hole. And that hole erupted with light. It lit up the whole sk with a brilliant white. There is the smallest amount of light even in the biggest amount of darkness. 

© 2008 Paul Wallace


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Paul Wallace
Paul Wallace

Camarillo, CA



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Hi I'm Paul. As the huge font reads.. I really like to write and read fanasy . I can have my times when I write about darkness and that stuff but I try and fail to stick to happy things. I like to wri.. more..

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