Silver Moon: Book 1...Prologue (standard:fantasy, 1013 words)
Author: Strider	Added: Jan 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3186/2176	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The Silver Moon Legacy: Prologue An introduction to the story of Wildern the half-elf, running from his inescapable destiny.

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hand around it as he steadied himself, his vision returning and the 
confusion receding, all that was left was a throbbing pain in his head. 
He warily approached the door to the next room, the silent warning yet 
again being sounded in his mind, yet he ignored it. Again unarmed he 
approached the door and opened it, a mixture of curiosity and fear 
overcoming him. It slowly creaked open. The sounds had ceased, the room 
was empty but for one figure. Seated in the corner leaning upon the 
wall was a man, wounded, beaten. 

‘Run Wildern,’ the man shouted, his breathing in short quick gasps, 

‘run. Don’t let them catch you. Your life cannot end here, you are too
important...’ 

The figure’s breathing slowed until finally it stopped, his eyes closed
and his head sunk onto his chest. The amulet Wildern was wearing was 
tingling yet again, ferociously now. Voices were screaming inside his 
head as Wildern approached an opening ahead of him. An open door lay 
before him, leading to the forests outside, no longer peaceful and 
serene but now dark and ominous. As he stepped through the opening his 
eyes caught another sight. A woman was hanging from a tree, half-naked 
and blood stained. Her face was contorted in previous discomfort, her 
eyes open wide, and hiding the horrified pain she had felt. The woman 
was dead. Wildern’s mind went blank, the voices quieted to a murmur and 
the amulet ceased to move. He closed his eyes for a second, and then he 
ran. 

The running seemed endless, driven by emotion Wildern continued his
unknown journey. Faster he ran, deeper and deeper into the forest, his 
strides widening until finally his body refused to work any longer. In 
a heap of anger, sadness and exhaustion, he collapsed to the floor, and 
the darkness came... 


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