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U.D. Origins - Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls is the prequel I am working on to the Myote storyline. I say prequel because the stories I already have done take place after Darkness Falls. You could say that it is the main backstory for my stories.
The main character of Darkness Falls is Prince Aharamen Tyrril Clawflynt who is later known as King Aharamen.
So here's the basic storyline:
- Myoties are one of the original inhabitants of Earth. They share the planet with mankind and the wide variety of creatures that are now considered "mythical" in human culture. They are the advanced race while humans are still relatively primitive, tribal, and lack their own technology. They are responsible for creating the great wonders of the world as they have extremely advanced technology (including space travel), as well as the ability to harness certain energies to perform "magical" feats. Some Myoties believe that they should share their knowledge with humans, while others feel it is blasphemy against their culture.
Unknown Darkness Bk 5 Excerpt At the end of the hall was a silver frame, intricately carved with ivy leaves and vines, in which was held a smooth, shiny black sheet of stone. Shiva moved closer to inspect the oddity and found herself reflected in the surface, though no background shone. Her reflection was not flawless, however, the image was partial, with large empty holes throughout the image. Shiva moved to touch the mirror, What a strange contraption...
"It's a soul mirror," a deep, soothing voice purred behind her. Shiva spun around to see prince Matherine standing behind her, his white wings wrapped around himself like a cape.
"A soul mirror?" Shiva asked anxiously. Matherine nodded calmly.
"I made it myself out of black rowens gems. It reflects the true nature of your heart."
Shiva glanced back at her partial image. "What does it mean? Why do I only see parts of myself?"
"Because you, my dear, seem to be incomplete," Mat
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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