A Terrible Dream....

It is said that if you drank of the Sun, you would live eternally, forever, in great youth, a god amongst men. If you drank of the Moon, you would become the greatest warrior in the world. But if you drank of the Blood Moon… may the bindings of the strongest metal curse your limbs and may the sharpest spears hope to pierce your chest, for it may spell the undoing…of all.

-Translated from the book of Heers, Paragraph 141

The Moon hung full in the dark sky, as wheat blades blew in the soft wind.
A shrine stood in the moonlight, an old structure, its stone carved body worn away by the sands of time.Lanterns hung on ancient posts, their tiny flames flickering like little wisps of life.Birds flew from branches, as crickets chirped in the night.
From the light of the moon, a creature appeared. A creature known as Koto. Her body a skeletal mass combined with writhing tendrils, an empty face decorating her head. Her long, unnatural arms crawling in unison with her gangly legs, the long tendrils floating in the air. She approached the shrine, and stood. Until, she began to weep. A choking sound, in a mix of a half cry of sadness and pain, arose into the midnight air. For she was a victim of a vile circumstance. Through the sadness, memories bubbled up through the murky waters that were her mind. Home. A word she hadn’t thought of for a long time. She thought of her mother, whom was gone with time, but even so, was the provider of many happy memories. She crawled into a ball,and cried herself to sleep, dreaming of her kind mother.

But it would seem that others would rather disturb her sanctuary, as knights in shining armor, each emblazoned with the symbol of the moon, rushed towards the shrine on their mounts, their weapons upon their sides, the silver of their armor gleaming. Koto had encircled the shrine with her titanic body, the tears still leaving her eyes as she dreamed. The stone was almost completely covered by her body, as the tendrils wrapped around it tightly. The knights arrived, wielding their weapons, swords drawn, arrows taught on bowstring. There was no talk. Not a sound. Then, the knights circled her, before closing in. There were at least 20 of them, each holding their breath before their quarry. But coincidentally, Kotos tendrils were spread out, and a knight stepped on the thinnest and smallest. In matter of seconds, Koto awoke. But this was not a person. It was a terrifying beast, powerful and deadly, as she awoke with a splitting shriek,and attacked the knights. Swords were raised and shouts of prayers and bravery were uttered as they charged at their enemy. Koto crushed a knight under her feet, her tendrils choking another. A score of arrows rained down upon her, as swordsmen rushed at her, attempting to cut her down. She let out another shriek, as she mercilessly tore apart a knight with her bare hands,the steaming gore raining around the ancient stones. Pain coursed through Kotos body as blades pierced her flesh. She grabbed one of the attackers, and hurled him through the night. She impaled her enemies with branches, smashed them with stones, raked through their bodies with her hands. The Knights, sensing defeat, retreated once more into the forest, leaving the beast to its guilt. Koto, coming into a sense of clarity, realising just what has occurred, and that it has been allowed to happen once more. She carried the broken bodies in her hands, up to a hilltop, buried them, and then the wounded creature disappeared into the shadows.

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Hi everyone. Its been awhile since i posted a topic, so here we are. C&C preciated yall.

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Ah this story is interesting. Gotta say, your style of writing is really good at being descriptive yet cryptic at the same time - the context here is mysterious but I can easily picture the scene in my head. Excellent job.

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this is really cool!

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Nice. You should write a book!

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