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Death, The Hero And The Fallen Angel.
Chapter 1
Trouble At Hook Coast.
The cold sea washed up against the cold desolate cliff side. The sea gulls flew by without care or notion and the wind howled through the ageing caverns deep below the cliffs edge. Time seemed non existant in this place, after all who needs time when you have an eterinty of peace? The cold morning turned into a breathless night, everday the same thing, this one spot in the whole of albion, untouched for centuries; a more peacful place there is not. The grass was green, as green as glowing emeralds twinkling in the darkness, flowers pretty much covered the ground, the place seemed almost asthough it were a shrine to someone, or somthing. Every morning be it winter or summer, be it rainy or sunny this spot was always cold, not the normal kind of cold but a strange kind, the kind that makes you think twice about walking down that dark corridor, the kind that keeps you in bed in the morning, the kind of cold that indicate death.
The night was ending and dawn was upon Albion, the birds began to chirp, the hens began to great the day, in their own special way and while all of albion was tooked away tightly in their beds a dark shadow loomed over the small fishing town of HookCoast. The shadow swept through the town filling the air with the stench of death and decay, the shadow began to take form as it reached the end of the peir, It looked like an old man wearing a large black cloak and carrying what appeared to be a scythe. Thr figure then rose off of the ground and placed itself atop the water and hover to its unholy destination. The figure traveled at an unatural speed, it swept across the water like a cadalic across the desert highway. it finaly reached the small slice of heaven and placed its scythe on the floor. The figure pulled down its hood to reveal a skull, the figure was death, he placed his skeleton hand into his cloak and pulled out a seal, placing it on the ground he entered the small area. The once beautiful flowers died as the figure stepped towards the cliffs edge, making his was slowly it began to take a human form, one of which had not been seen in many a life time, the figure took the shape of a man, he then kneeled down at the edge of the cliff and said a small prayer.
Chapter 1
Trouble At Hook Coast.
The cold sea washed up against the cold desolate cliff side. The sea gulls flew by without care or notion and the wind howled through the ageing caverns deep below the cliffs edge. Time seemed non existant in this place, after all who needs time when you have an eterinty of peace? The cold morning turned into a breathless night, everday the same thing, this one spot in the whole of albion, untouched for centuries; a more peacful place there is not. The grass was green, as green as glowing emeralds twinkling in the darkness, flowers pretty much covered the ground, the place seemed almost asthough it were a shrine to someone, or somthing. Every morning be it winter or summer, be it rainy or sunny this spot was always cold, not the normal kind of cold but a strange kind, the kind that makes you think twice about walking down that dark corridor, the kind that keeps you in bed in the morning, the kind of cold that indicate death.
The night was ending and dawn was upon Albion, the birds began to chirp, the hens began to great the day, in their own special way and while all of albion was tooked away tightly in their beds a dark shadow loomed over the small fishing town of HookCoast. The shadow swept through the town filling the air with the stench of death and decay, the shadow began to take form as it reached the end of the peir, It looked like an old man wearing a large black cloak and carrying what appeared to be a scythe. Thr figure then rose off of the ground and placed itself atop the water and hover to its unholy destination. The figure traveled at an unatural speed, it swept across the water like a cadalic across the desert highway. it finaly reached the small slice of heaven and placed its scythe on the floor. The figure pulled down its hood to reveal a skull, the figure was death, he placed his skeleton hand into his cloak and pulled out a seal, placing it on the ground he entered the small area. The once beautiful flowers died as the figure stepped towards the cliffs edge, making his was slowly it began to take a human form, one of which had not been seen in many a life time, the figure took the shape of a man, he then kneeled down at the edge of the cliff and said a small prayer.
