Shirosaki
The Hollow Within
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Angel Wings and Ghostly Silhouettes Chapter 2; Shedding the Past.
I woke up and sent a buckshot through the barn roof. The cockrel had woken me up. I sleep with my blunderbuss beside me nowadays. As a result, Liara woke up with a start. It was lucky she was holding a knife and not a gun, or she would've taken my head off.
We'd been camping out in a barn in Oakfield. I met Liara in an inn a mile or two from the bandit coast. She showed interest in me and knew a lot about my cause. I couldn't refuse her, she was a master of skill and had defeated the crucible three times before I even attempted it.
When we left the barn, the cockrel was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. My shot was getting better. We were in Oakfield because she had a lead from a source saying that there have been sightings of The Hybrid near a small village towards the coast of Oakfield.
It was a quiet day, and a peaceful walk through the country took up most of our time. As we approached the village, smoke was rising into the air from a house on the very edge of a cluster of buildings. We ran about a hundred yards until we could make out clearly what was happening.
Villagers were running and screaming, some were looting from the local shops, and the smoke it seemed was the residue of a great blaze. Pandamoneum had insued.
We rushed towards the inferno, which had just jumped over a garden with the wind and set another house on fire by the roof. I had learnt a little bit of will since that time, it appears I had absorbed some of the ritual's corrupt power.
Liara waited outside and tried to settle down the villagers. It looked like she had a harder task than me; she was a small woman of about 26, and looked like she could be knocked down by a gust of wind. She used a flintlock pistol with a customized piece on top, almost like a telescopic sight, and a small dagger in a sheath near her shin incase of any close encounters.
I on the other hand, walked into the flames with a minor forcefield around me, repelling the tendrils of fire. I could feel the heat licking at my skin, desperately trying to burn me. I felt a dark aura about the fire, and ran inside. A horrible scene met my eyes: dead bodies covered in blood lay about on the floor, waiting to be claimed by the blaze. There was a body trail towards a staircase, which I took at speed.
A horrible sight met my eyes once I had transcended up the stairs. I heard a shriek unlike anything human, and a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak stood by a large broken window. It turned it's head to me. I didn't know what was more scared. It's face was covered in a black material, almost like a ghoul of sorts. The outline of a wide mouth was all I could make out, and it's screaming pierced my eardrums.
A boney hand stretched forward, creaking as it gripped the window. The fingers of the hand, awfully disfigured as if it had been hit by shrapnel, slowly gripped the edge of the window. We both looked at each other for a second, and a creak came from downstairs. Liara was coming up. The Hybrid, the thing I had been searching for for three years, flew out of the window at such a speed. I felt the air being sucked out of the room, as it had from my surroundings at the day of the ritual, and a single, singed feather landed on the floor by a particular body belonging to a monk.
I ran to the window and looked down, the cloak had ripped at the back of it, and two skeletal wings had emerged, and started to flap in the gusting wind. The figure rose up, and a tail emerged from the hem of the cloak. The halo a murky black, it sat on the bulky, long horns on The Hybrid's head. I could only watch, frozen by fear, as did Liara, helpless.
The Hybrid had relinquished it's "good, pure" features, which had mutated into corruption. Chaos had manifested within The Hybrid's body and delivered it into a new phase of darkness and mystery. I collapsed on the floor as it disappeared into the distance. After three years of searching, I had lost it. It was pointless. Liara had fainted. Darkness was all I could see now. I was so angry. I felt myself reaching out for the feather. I held it close to my chest. I dont know why, it just felt natural. I had never died before. It felt kind of strange.
I passed out there, in the burning house; the flaming library. As I layed there unconcious, a man came out of the shadows towards us. He had a look in his eye, as he creeped out from behind a bookshelf. If I was awake, I guess I would have feared for the worst.
I woke up and sent a buckshot through the barn roof. The cockrel had woken me up. I sleep with my blunderbuss beside me nowadays. As a result, Liara woke up with a start. It was lucky she was holding a knife and not a gun, or she would've taken my head off.
We'd been camping out in a barn in Oakfield. I met Liara in an inn a mile or two from the bandit coast. She showed interest in me and knew a lot about my cause. I couldn't refuse her, she was a master of skill and had defeated the crucible three times before I even attempted it.
When we left the barn, the cockrel was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. My shot was getting better. We were in Oakfield because she had a lead from a source saying that there have been sightings of The Hybrid near a small village towards the coast of Oakfield.
It was a quiet day, and a peaceful walk through the country took up most of our time. As we approached the village, smoke was rising into the air from a house on the very edge of a cluster of buildings. We ran about a hundred yards until we could make out clearly what was happening.
Villagers were running and screaming, some were looting from the local shops, and the smoke it seemed was the residue of a great blaze. Pandamoneum had insued.
We rushed towards the inferno, which had just jumped over a garden with the wind and set another house on fire by the roof. I had learnt a little bit of will since that time, it appears I had absorbed some of the ritual's corrupt power.
Liara waited outside and tried to settle down the villagers. It looked like she had a harder task than me; she was a small woman of about 26, and looked like she could be knocked down by a gust of wind. She used a flintlock pistol with a customized piece on top, almost like a telescopic sight, and a small dagger in a sheath near her shin incase of any close encounters.
I on the other hand, walked into the flames with a minor forcefield around me, repelling the tendrils of fire. I could feel the heat licking at my skin, desperately trying to burn me. I felt a dark aura about the fire, and ran inside. A horrible scene met my eyes: dead bodies covered in blood lay about on the floor, waiting to be claimed by the blaze. There was a body trail towards a staircase, which I took at speed.
A horrible sight met my eyes once I had transcended up the stairs. I heard a shriek unlike anything human, and a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak stood by a large broken window. It turned it's head to me. I didn't know what was more scared. It's face was covered in a black material, almost like a ghoul of sorts. The outline of a wide mouth was all I could make out, and it's screaming pierced my eardrums.
A boney hand stretched forward, creaking as it gripped the window. The fingers of the hand, awfully disfigured as if it had been hit by shrapnel, slowly gripped the edge of the window. We both looked at each other for a second, and a creak came from downstairs. Liara was coming up. The Hybrid, the thing I had been searching for for three years, flew out of the window at such a speed. I felt the air being sucked out of the room, as it had from my surroundings at the day of the ritual, and a single, singed feather landed on the floor by a particular body belonging to a monk.
I ran to the window and looked down, the cloak had ripped at the back of it, and two skeletal wings had emerged, and started to flap in the gusting wind. The figure rose up, and a tail emerged from the hem of the cloak. The halo a murky black, it sat on the bulky, long horns on The Hybrid's head. I could only watch, frozen by fear, as did Liara, helpless.
The Hybrid had relinquished it's "good, pure" features, which had mutated into corruption. Chaos had manifested within The Hybrid's body and delivered it into a new phase of darkness and mystery. I collapsed on the floor as it disappeared into the distance. After three years of searching, I had lost it. It was pointless. Liara had fainted. Darkness was all I could see now. I was so angry. I felt myself reaching out for the feather. I held it close to my chest. I dont know why, it just felt natural. I had never died before. It felt kind of strange.
I passed out there, in the burning house; the flaming library. As I layed there unconcious, a man came out of the shadows towards us. He had a look in his eye, as he creeped out from behind a bookshelf. If I was awake, I guess I would have feared for the worst.
