About the music? Just a song I’ve been totally obsessed with >.>..I NEED to get it on my itouch!
Lol so yes this little adventure has it’s own little soundtrack..anyways…to the story! (sorry if it’s gory or weird..that’s the affect of this song..it was on loop while I wrote this..)
A bloody landscape with an orange sky fills your view. The black, leafless trees in the background droop and loom discouragingly. Bodies litter the ground, here and there, an obvious sign of a recent battle.
An exotic girl with prominent features and long, thick silky hair, swaying slightly in the breeze-less landscape sat on her shins, her back to you.
Not moving, with the exception of her hair, the whole scene is quiet. Silent. Eerie. Your ears feel like they’re about to combust because of the thick silence, enveloping you, drowning you. You are underwater, the powerful silence surrounding you in the deep, dark water, no temperature at all. The pressure is pressing on you from all sides.
That’s what you felt like.
But you were only here, on this battlefield.
The stillness was unsettling. It would last forever, you thought. the taunting of that girl’s swaying hair. You muscles ached. When could you leave?
Finally, in relief, a flurry of bats drifted toward the sky. A lone hawk cried out. All the dead innocent men around you plastered you in silence.
Suddenly, a guilt-black tornado sped into view, silently, and thunder clapped your ears.
The girl leap up gracefully, fear crowding her reddish-amber eyes, fire flicking angrily.
A cloaked villain appeared in the place of the tornado, just as black, just as dangerous.
“So,” The cloaked woman cackled. Her voice echoed, piercing your very bones. “Give up yet?”
The girl’s hands rushed to her ears, her eyes pinching shut, sparks flitting (is that a word?) off her thick eyelashes. Her red-and-black hair whipped around her body, her bangs covering her eyes.
“Stop, Esmeralda,” She said in a confident voice, though her legs collapsed.
Esmeralda threw back her chin, cackling, revealing strong cheekbones and a mane of wild, frizzy curls of black hair, her eyes covered by an unnatural shadow. “Foolish girl, you cannot control me! You are a weak, little phoenix. You’ve never done anything right. What makes you thing you can control me, Thallassa? Or, shall I call you Phoenix, for you will be the last of your kind?”
Phoenix looked up. “What do you mean?”
Esmeralda sneered. “Why, you don’t know?” she started orbiting around Phoenix at a slow, lazy pace, her tornado whipping up bodies, blood splatting every where except for Phoenix and Esmeralda. “I will kill your family and close ones, starting with your love-” She gestured to the boy Phoenix was cradling in her arms, “and finishing with you elder, as long as you keep the Book in Flame in your possession.”
“It’s mine!” Phoenix exclaimed.
“No, you stole it from me. That book contains many secrets, and it shall be mine! Where do you keep it, anyway?”
Phoenix griped a diamond around her neck holding a flickering fire, staring back defiantly. “You may never know,” She cocked her head, her eyes fierce.
Esmeralda made a claw, twisting her wrist. Phoenix gasped, gripping her head, dropping the boy. “Tell me, girl, before I destroy you,”
“If you destroy me, the Book in Flame will be lost, and I’ll make sure you never find it!” Phoenix panted.
Esmeralda drew back suddenly, amused. “Fair enough,” Phoenix stopped gripping her head, her eyes still shut.
Esmeralda thrust upward with her forearm, a black scarf tied around her wrist slithering off, forming intricate patterns in the still air before it grew, as if unfolding, taking the shape of the boy Phoenix had cradled, a long dagger forming in one had, a chain with spikes in another.
“My creation here will injure you to the point of death but not kill you. He gets stronger as you fight him and injure him, unless hit directly in his death spot. Though he gets weaker while he rests and doesn’t engage in battle, he will always try to fight, always succeed. I will call him off if you hand me the book,”
Phoenix glanced at the figure. “What do you call it? Your creation.”
Esmeralda looked surprised. “I supposed I shall call it It. Yes, It has a nice ring to it.”
Phoenix grimaced. “Well, tell It to fight as hard as he wants, for he’s never going to get the book, and the Book shall be fighting along side me, never to be enfolded with darkness, poisoned with evil by you. The Book shall always have a pure, fiery core,”
Esmeralda grinned. “very well then. Say goodbye to your beloved,” she made a claw, twisted, and the boy lurched up gasping.
“Thallassa..” he choked.
Esmeralda closed her fist, smiling wickedly. The boy gave a final twitch, his eyes burning away to reveal empty sockets. “He’s gone, Phoenix, never to have an afterlife…never to see light…never to live another life…” Esmeralda whisped in a taunting melody, cackling softly in Phoenix’s ear.
Phoenix shook him, seeming to lose her mind. “No, no..he’s going to live another life..” She gave a choked cry, trying to grasp the last rays of hope slipping from her fingertips.
Esmeralda was suddenly alive, sparkling with electricity. “That’s the fate for all your close ones, just because of you!” She swept around and around, and suddenly halted, raising her arms.
The ‘It’ came to life, stretching and creaking.
Phoenix and It engaged in battle, a match for eachother, It’s ghostly qualities gliding, like black diamond, not a blemish to be found.
Finally, It started to overpower Phoenix, Esmeralda laughing gleefully. Phoenix made a grim expression, gripping her flaming swords harshly.
Suddenly, she whipped her wings forward, sweeping It back. Quicker than a blink, Phoenix dissapeared.
“Where-?” Esmeralda started, then she spotted a girl flying against the horizen.
“Cursed girl escaped again,” Esmeralda muttered darkly, the unnatural shadow still covering her eyes, It nodding in agreement.
So? I think I’ll make this why Phoenix went into hiding…is it too dramatic?