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The moon bore on him as he rode across the land on his steed. Faster and faster he went. He pushed forward to reach his city, to tell about the passing danger. Froth flew from the steed’s mouth as it pushed forward, grunting and neighing. Shadows played across the steed’s fine coat of hair, swirling and twisting under the moon’s steady glare. Miles and miles lay forebodingly away beckoning him towards his goal. His dark brown hair flew frenzy in the wind, whipping and furling. His clear blue eyes glazed with determination as he rode closer and closer towards the City of Airasai.
Shadows danced and whispered in his ear. They moved and swirled, embedding themselves in the ground. Their lifeless grasp upon him teased and tickled his body. The moon’s steady a glare, trapping the shadows, within their defining shape. In the distance he can see the mountain city, little smote of lights flickering, blinking in the harsh speedy wind. He pushed on, urging begging his steed to gallop onward. He could not terry. A wispy cloud fogged the moon, blocking its light which trapped and contained the shadows, now the shadows reigned and took forth. A strong wind swirled and writhed like a lightless fire, burning and scorching the rider’s face.
It was now, not a better time, for the rider to shudder in fear. He pushed forward, but deep inside; he knew he would die before reaching the city. As his trusty steed pushed galloped onward, he reached inside his armor and pulled out a tattered parchment scrolled by a lock of fuzzy fabric. He held it tight in pale, shaking hands and closed his eyes. His sorrowful voice rang out around him. As shadows began to grow and wrap itself upon his steed’s legs, slowing it down, the rider spoke in the wind:
“Fly.”
And as his voice, lingered in the wind, it wrapped itself around the scroll and lifted it up into the air, gliding itself towards Airasai. The shadows shrieked and moaned, stretching far but it could not leave the ground, and could only watch the scroll fly away. The rider closed his eyes, and pulled his steed to a steady halt. His blue eyes glittered as he looked around; an eerie silence enveloped him, the pounding of the wind upon his ears halted.
He did not see the shadows creeping up from behind and he did no see it glide upon his steed, and wrap itself upon his waist; pulling down. The rider struggled twisting and pounding at the shadows, his blows in vain only to be met with the soft matted feel of the earth. The shadows slowly swallowed him, it ate up his yells of terror and it devoured everything.
The clouds slowly revealed once again, a shining full moon. Shadows, slowly falling into shape, revealing a bare empty field, grass slowly rustling in the wind, the rider and his steed, no where to be found.
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