This story may contain violence, sadness, and extremely tragic instances.


Dark

Prologue

Something moved. It was the breath of a shadow, a slight stir in the air. Then there was nothing. The sylesti emerged from the dark, gazing with cold, dead eyes at the plain below. Its face was not visible. What was it?

Then it stepped forward, less silently than before, talons clicking against the stone. How could something so big have moved so silently? Its great wings swept across the floor, and the feathers were disheveled, snapped, missing, broken. The small and lethal beak was cracked, and there were gray scars on its feathered neck.

It came to the edge of the rock spear, the moonlight illuminating it. Its cry was shrill and piercing, shattering the night's stillness. The sylesti spread its feathered wings, its long, powerful tail swishing ever so silently. Its wings did not falter despite their injuries. It flew across the moon, and its shadow swept across the land, making even the Ny'vene's cower.

It emitted a cry once more, and the sound reverberated through the world, striking dark fear into even the deaf. This creature was not to be trifled with, and it ruled over all.

Intro/Stuff You Need To Know

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Any Warnings Whatsoever:

Violence
Sad Stuff(I mean REALLY sad stuff.)
Tragic Things
Scary Things
Nightmarish Things

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