Another Monday Morning
You quickly decide that, walking through a hord of Half-men half-birds (Nightingales)that take pleasure in stealing your precious items, and probably clothing, is better than walking near fire, where perhaps a trap would be set. Besides, the road intersects through beautiful flowers, and the road is nicely built, you occasionally cross over various kinds of gemstones, such as Jasper, Lace Agate, and Hematite, and more. It fascinates you, how wonderful this path is, full of singing Nightingales that have just snatched your woolly hat, and roses, with precious kinds of stone beneath your feet, that are now somehow bare...DIE NIGHTINGALES, DIE!!
As you're beginning to become fond of this new scenery, red lights appear from the red sky above, and you suddenly realize that, everything is perfect, except those red lights that have now come closer, and you've identified them as fireballs. How simply prodigious and wonderful!
You ignore this new threat, and gracefully skip through this garden like a complete vacuous idiot.
Until the Garden had become ablaze, you'd been having great fun, singing with the Nightingales that have taken off all your clothing, leaving you bare. You curse them under your breath, but truly, you love them, it's been a long time since you've dangled your gangly part (assuming you're male) in the wind, and....through fire.
A figure appears at the end of the pathway, dressed in a dark cloak, holding a long blade, you can barely make it out, but you can verify that there is indeed, and unmistakeable silhouette, blocking your path, a few metres away, the fire and the smoke has managed to trail into your path.
"Why do you not fear the inevitable!" It howls with the wind.
"What do you seek of! Why will you not PERISH!
The voice is gradually becoming more and more demonic as it speaks, howling with the slashing winds.
You're beginning to fear this figure, you know it will destroy you if you venture any further, already the winds are becoming a certain storm,the heat is gradually intensifying, you feel completely blown away by it all, literally. The wind proves incredibly strong.
How do you respond to this strange event? This figure could be an illusion, perhaps to make you turn back, leading you into a trap, or the figure could be the trap in itself.
As you're beginning to become fond of this new scenery, red lights appear from the red sky above, and you suddenly realize that, everything is perfect, except those red lights that have now come closer, and you've identified them as fireballs. How simply prodigious and wonderful!
You ignore this new threat, and gracefully skip through this garden like a complete vacuous idiot.
Until the Garden had become ablaze, you'd been having great fun, singing with the Nightingales that have taken off all your clothing, leaving you bare. You curse them under your breath, but truly, you love them, it's been a long time since you've dangled your gangly part (assuming you're male) in the wind, and....through fire.
A figure appears at the end of the pathway, dressed in a dark cloak, holding a long blade, you can barely make it out, but you can verify that there is indeed, and unmistakeable silhouette, blocking your path, a few metres away, the fire and the smoke has managed to trail into your path.
"Why do you not fear the inevitable!" It howls with the wind.
"What do you seek of! Why will you not PERISH!
The voice is gradually becoming more and more demonic as it speaks, howling with the slashing winds.
You're beginning to fear this figure, you know it will destroy you if you venture any further, already the winds are becoming a certain storm,the heat is gradually intensifying, you feel completely blown away by it all, literally. The wind proves incredibly strong.
How do you respond to this strange event? This figure could be an illusion, perhaps to make you turn back, leading you into a trap, or the figure could be the trap in itself.