Hi All,
I thought it would be a fun idea to start a community writing project here in the forum. All you have to do is think of the next sentence to follow the story. It can be any length of a sentence and can take any genre you like.
I'll start.
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On a cold and windy evening the owl perched on the branch was his only friend.
Blafur could see the end game was near as Lerajie hacked his way closer and closer to Hecate.
There was ripples starting in her spell field. One more push would do it.
The three demons that popped up in front of her where but a distraction to the great warrior Blakfur.
The distraction was enough for a hidden demon to plunge a black Sorcered Spear into her side punching through her enchanted chain mail.
As the life-force seeped out of Blakfur she hacked the demons away then turned and watched as Lerajie at last reached Hecate.
A death of an Immortal is always a sad day and Blakfur felt her many lives flowing out,
heading for the the Twisted Styx and the ferryman of great heroes.
As she died she cast her Rune Sword into the dark glowing pit behind Hecate .
Hecate shrugged and laughed and thought it was the last death throw of the fallen .
She turned now, to concentrate all her immense power on Lerajie.
The Rune Sword gleaming with the sparkling light of a thousand victories, beaten and formed in the ancient foundries of the Rune Maker Sword Kings of Korn-vall tumbled through the void.
And landed at the feet of a startled Field Rat and a Mongoose.
Hecate's Owl was brought forth. It twitched its head as Hecate mouthed the words of her message. Taking flight it soared high above the battle. Lives flailed to the ground. Wounds were opened and friendships severed. The Owl found her. Found Lylona. It swooped. Not for a kill but as a messenger.
As it repeated Hecate's words into the ear of Lylona fury built up inside her. Her eyes widened. Scorned. She let out a wail. Like that of the Banshee cutting right through the Owl and ending it's life. The darkness deep within her had returned.
"I will make you suffer." she whispered wildly.
“My Queen, Blakfur is moving closer, fast, and Lerajie is with him,” the scout said as he kneeled in front of Hecate.
“Is everything ready for their arrival?”
“As you ordered my Queen, only the shades await your order to grab Fang. They’re already in position under him.”
“Good. Grab and bring him to me as fast as you can. It's time I undo what I’ve created. Blakfur will curse the day she turned against me. I made her into what she is today, even though I admit it was an accident. That final curse was supposed to kill her that day, but it only made her stronger. Her new found shape shifting ability had made her invulnerable to magic. But blood from her young will complete the curse, and this time, it will be her undoing.”
Hecate tightened her fist in anger, but then suddenly a grin formed on her face. She saw Lylona’s enchanted cloud moving over her army, and quickly thought of an idea to divide and weaken her enemy’s forces.
“I wonder if Lylona will keep helping them once she realizes that Fang is the child of Blakfur and Lerajie," Hecate went into an out of control, maniacal, laughter, “Get my owl,” she screamed in excitement, “There is a message we must send to Lylona. She helped me try and kill Blakfur in the past, to keep her away from Lerajie, but I don’t think she knows what has happened in her absence, what that pathetic excuse of a son of mine has been up to.”