The guardians - fourth partThe wind whistled through the trees and the birds sang merrily, their songs echoing throughout clear crisp mountain air. Each one of the trees was coated in a thick layer of soft white snow that made the branches bend under the weight. Budding flowers scattered the surface of the mountain, darting and hiding around the vibrantly green trees. Rabbits could be seen racing into holes or sniffing the ground, ears constantly twitching, watching for danger. The early morning sun sent a red splash of colour across the land, eventually fading to reveal a beautifully sunny, day.The guardians - fourth part
Amongst the silence a sound could be heard, quiet at first, eventu
The guardians - third part“Oh my God it is really bad, quick, go get Feryal” said Daray in an urgent tone. The wound was a deep, black slash across her stomach and had just started bleeding profusely as they tried to staunch the flow.The guardians - third part
“What is going on down here?” Feryal shouted as she came down the decrepit stairs. Her black coat flared out behind her as she jumped the last three steps, which were completely broken and impossible to walk down. Unlike the others she was wearing really small shorts, jet black, like her hair, and frayed at the ends. To go with it she had on a crop top, which was, surprise, surprise, bla
Second part to the guardiansAs the slim figure entered the house through the creaking door, voices could be heard slowly whispering. The room that it lead to was small and had a single moth eaten sofa in the corner of the room. The faded paint was pealing off the walls and the carpet was so mouldy that it was ripped up from the floor. As she passed through the rusty door, the voices fell silent until she was recognised. “Keilantra!” exclaimed a voice with pure delight as she ran towards her and embraced her weary body. This new figure was around the same height as Keilantra with hair a deep red, turned even darker through the faded light of tSecond part to the guardians
The GuardiansIn the murky light all that could be seen were flickering shadows as the street lamps continually flashed on and off. In the distance a tall thin figure raced across the field. She wore a dark blue top, stained slightly black with time. On that she was wearing a long, black and blue, leather coat, almost like a cape, draped along her back. Each time it fluttered backwards, it revealed a sharp, blue sword with strange silver markings, which glistened as the faint light hit it. She was carrying a dark brown bag which glinted every so often as if blood had been smeared over the surface.The Guardians
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