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.
Lylona send a cloud of enchanted spells ahead of the blizzard of arrows from Lerajie massed army.
The arrows igniting the spell-cloud and directed the magic pure flame on to the screaming beasts from the black void.As the arrows struck home.
Freed now from her male body the shape-shifter Blakfur raced ahead sword upraised and sought out Hecate the Demon caller.
Hecate turned and watched both Lerajie and Blakfur hacking a path through her Demon guard.
She smiled, she would take great delight in sending both of them to oblivion.
Nothing and nobody could stop her now.
Blakfur and Lylona faced each other. The intense stare shared between the pair was enough dialogue they needed. The leaned in and exchanged a kiss. Both armies erupted at the sight. They charged. A flurry of creatures and daemons exchanged blows. The blood began to flow. Lerajie took his cue to seek out Hecate. The battle had begun.
Hecate stood among the high trees, her roiling, boiling Hellish army at her back. Tentacles, fangs, melted skin, boils and mishapen forms, were her army, her demons. Opposite stood Lerajie, his army of shape shifting animals waiting tensely. They stood waiting for Lylona and Blakfur. Both long loves of Lerajie, and one would be sacrificed to call upon the Mortal Blade, the weapon that would drive Hecate back forever, along with a single word...
Hecate and Lerajie both glanced up to see the clouds part, to let the sun's golden wash lighten the forest. In a halo of light the beautiful Enchantress, Lylona, stepped in to the clearing. Her hair, the colour of night, flowed down a gown of white silk, framing a slim, perfect body. At her side stood Blakfur, with skin the colour of ebony and lips the richest red. Both were needed to complete the magic of the night. Both were needed to fight the final battle!