Pendulum Series: Part Two - Watercolour (rough draft)
Pendulum Series: Part Two - Watercolour (rough draft) fiction stories
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sheeshrei
sheeshrei Fantasy Writer-In training
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The sky is crying; what was once a blue sky turns to a murderous shade of grey. The thunder cracks and echoes through the area, but he does not shake or flinch. While he is surrounded by the hounds of hell he feels the beams of their glares, the hungry in their jaws.

Pendulum Series: Part Two - Watercolour (rough draft)

The sky is crying; what was once a blue sky turns to a murderous shade of grey. The thunder cracks and echoes through the area, but he does not shake or flinch.

While he is surrounded by the hounds of hell he feels the beams of their glares, the hungry in their jaws.

He draws his weapon from his waist and goes into stance, his eyes close as he takes deep breathes.

The lightning meets the ground with tremendous force, like a big flash and crashing sound it makes, as all the rain stops in its tracks.

The hell hounds charge at him all once, he stands his ground, rooted to the earth, quiet until he feels their breathe so close to the hairs on his neck.

The blade in his hand began to dance as he swung it, severing the hounds one by one.

The weapon moves by all means to boys will, and his strength, the sword then gets longer as the blade starts to divide evenly in pieces held by chains,

he swings it making it coil around their necks, strangling, choking, with every guide wrist movement he made heat immersed the blades, and ripped through their flesh, skin and bones,

one by one the hounds became no more to the boys savage strikes, he saw no fear, no challenge, no emotion.

He jumped in the air and twisted the handle retracting all the blades back together, sparks begotten the blade as it came back together as it engulfed itself in a dark shadowy flame,

the boy dropped back down and slammed the blade into the ground, and the flames washed it all away, no grass, no trees, nothing remained but he and his blade,

it was as if he pierced the earth and you could hear it cry in pain.

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