07-05-2017, 02:21 PM
The shadow girl sets a hurried pace through the shady trails deep in the heart of the forest. She’s on a mission to find her other half – the matching yet more shadowy part of herself that runs independently outside her physical body. Thana was not just her twin, but the only family she’s had available for some time. The fresh scent of her father had begun this agitated search for her wayward sister in the first place. Michaelis has finally come home and she hoped for them to reunite sooner than later.
But she also carried other news. She had recently felt a change come about. Isra found that could pick up items in the same way that her father had spoken of – the things he could do before the Reckoning had come. Beqanna suddenly felt lighter, like the spark that had once been dampened has ignited into a steadily burning fire. The air was easier to breathe; the wrath of the land has subsided.
It was late afternoon, but the sun’s rays were weakly shining through the thick overhanging branches of the forest’s canopy. Isra was much like her father, preferring the night over day. Although she did not share his debilitating dayblindness, perhaps her preference for the cover of night was a lingering quirk from her time spent as a shadow tendril wrapped around her father’s torso and intertwined with her sister. She could hear the rustlings of small mammals rushing along the branches above her and the sweet bird songs that rang throughout.
She added her own voice to the forest’s symphony.
“Thana!”
But she also carried other news. She had recently felt a change come about. Isra found that could pick up items in the same way that her father had spoken of – the things he could do before the Reckoning had come. Beqanna suddenly felt lighter, like the spark that had once been dampened has ignited into a steadily burning fire. The air was easier to breathe; the wrath of the land has subsided.
It was late afternoon, but the sun’s rays were weakly shining through the thick overhanging branches of the forest’s canopy. Isra was much like her father, preferring the night over day. Although she did not share his debilitating dayblindness, perhaps her preference for the cover of night was a lingering quirk from her time spent as a shadow tendril wrapped around her father’s torso and intertwined with her sister. She could hear the rustlings of small mammals rushing along the branches above her and the sweet bird songs that rang throughout.
She added her own voice to the forest’s symphony.
“Thana!”