The night was still young as snow continued to fall. She woke with a start, pulled out of her swirling dreams into complete darkness. Forcing herself out of the covers, she walked the long corridors with little thought. The wind could still be heard far inside the mansion. With each step, lights flared to life illuminating the narrow hallway and chasing away the dark shadows. She stopped in front of a wooden door, its handle turning of its own accord. She stepped through, entering into complete darkness.
Without realising, she walked to the centre of the room, eyes distant as a circle appeared beneath her feet. A ring of blue-white fire lit up the darkness and a ball of light formed in front of her. Absently reaching her hand out, she grasped the light which transformed into a solid ball- the size of her hand- its centre swirling with colour. Delicately holding the object in her hand, she heard whispers surround her. Free us, they seemed to say. Let us go.
Thunder shattered through the noise, breaking her trance. Eyes fluttering, terrified, the whispers seemed to grow louder and she grasped her head in pain. She felt herself falling. Before closing her eyes, she saw the object drop to the ground. Powerless to intervene, it struck the floor and shattered into hundreds of pieces. The last thing she saw were streams of light that flared outwards, the swirling colours disappearing into the air.
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Shadowdancer
FantasyA tragic history. A terrible mistake. The past is about to return. Ris has been trying to survive all her life. Haunted by terrible memories and voices that no one else hears, she must enter into a world that has been hidden for centuries. Life wil...
