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Once upon a time, in a deep deep forest where no birds sing nor animals live, a cottage is built. The builders stand infront of their hard work terrified of the darkness around them. They can only hope it will give them the protection they need in this odd world of which they know nothing about. A cold breeze brings the ominous mist closer squeezing them tighly together. The darkgreen spruce forest seemes to laugh at them and their fear, enjoying of it. Scared to death the three of them step into their cottage as the sun vanishes in the south, almost as if the forest had devoured the light for all eternity... Shana woke up in the darkness, something was creeping outside their small home. Something big and scary. Every crack seeped with questions. The cottage was dead silent. Shana's heart seemed to beat like a church bell. Then, whatever it was, left silently. Tarya had woken up as well and the rest of the night they stared at each other across the floor without feeling the cold earth beneath them. Josie was sound asleep until the sun finally came up in the northern sky. It had been a rough first night but the cabin had proved itself. They would be safe here. They spent the next day trying to improve their small new home. They also tried to improve they're living conditions by getting hay, grass and other soft materials from the forest around them. But they didn't wander far. They satyed as close to the cabin as possible. They didn't talk to each other. Talking had been forbidden in the temple and they still followed the rules to the letter although the beautiful temple was long gone. They were or at least had been the priestesses of Guiara. After the destruction of the temple and they're daring escape a forest had grown around them out of nowhere. They're white gones shined in the sunlight and the sky seemed friendly. They had no idea where they were or how they got there. No clue what so ever to their location on Shi'ra. What they didn't realize yet was that Shi'ra no longer existed. They only thing they were able to do now was to wait with the grimm reality that everything they had once loved and cherished was gone. They remembered the temple and the song in the air which had made the silence vow so easy. They had heard that song all they're life but not as clear and bright as in the temple. Now there was only silence and they knew the world as they knew it was gone. Shana was least suprised of the three of them. She had been a clerk and a describer so she knew the ancient tales of The Different Time full of simple minded animals and people who knew no magic. There was a rumour that there had been a time before The Different Time but it seemed unlikely as so much history was between The Different Time and Age of the Shi'ra. But now the old tales were irrelevant. Age of Shi'ra had come to an end as predicted by the wise long ago. "Shi'ra lives, Shi'ra dies only if you never forget it" said the wise. And true, no-one thought Shi'ra would come to an end. So much history, so much to remember that the oldest tales were forgotten. Shi'ras death was forgotten and then Shi'ra died. Tarya cried secretly amongst her duties. She had had so much to live for. Best friends at her side, exiting times behind her and the beauty of the temple inside her. No only painful flasesh of beauty gone flashed before her eyes. As much as she had had beauty in her, now she only had screaming people, blood, darkness before her eyes. She had never sacrifised a thought to the Age Of Shi'ra. She, like the others, had thought it was eternal and now as the strange unwanting world around them grew stronger, Tarya had to face a grimmer reality she had ever imagined. Even though it was rough on Tarya, Josie had it the hardest. She had been Seeing for years. Always lost in her own world knowing what was going to happen. At first, as a child, she had thought it as a burden but at the iniation it had turned into a gift. She hadn't seen the destruction before hand and had been panicing about it for the last week. It wasn't normal for her not to see what was ahead. Maybe gods had spared her eyes but nevertheles she hadn't had a clue. And now, like the music had stopped, the seeing had stopped. She was on her own in a scary place without a sight of the future and it was more terrifying for her than anything else before that. Not even Guiras temple's destruction had been so horrofying. Maybe that's why she lived in denial, in a dream as she thought it to be, for a long time and was the happiest of the three until the day of awakening. The three continued working until sunset when the fear returned and they climbed into their small baren cottage for another horrible night. This is how the Tales Untold begins, with three Priestess who had somehow survived through the Change Of Time, in a small rough cottage deep in the woods.Kirjoittaja: maea
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