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| Through the Ruins | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 22 2009, 05:29 AM (54 Views) | |
| Claira | Mar 22 2009, 05:29 AM Post #1 |
A Path to Light
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Claira had been wandering for a long time, she didn't bother keeping up with it because she wouldn't leave until her mother was found. Claira's eyes were taking in everything. She came upon a large city. The once great stone building covered in moss and some of them fallen. She walked up to one of the large stone structures and rested her hand against its cool surface. No... there was nothing in sight but these buildings. Claira sighed and stepped carefully into one of the old paths that lead through the ruins. She looked around, not spotting anything. She looked to the skies, her eyes resting on the setting sun. In a few mere moments it would be nightfall. Although she could travel at night, she wanted to find somewhere to stay. One of these buildings should work nicely. She made it to what seemed to be the center of the town and stopped. There was a old well and around it beautiful statues of angels and fairies. Both seemed to be celebrating something. The statues were smiling. Some had their hands raised to the skies, some appeared to be dancing and yet others were kneeling facing the well. Maybe the well wasn't a well at all. Maybe it was an altar. Maybe, just maybe, there was something different about this place. Claira backed up from it slowly, then turned and advanced into a empty stone building with intricate designs around the walls and on the floors. She felt safer in here. She sat in a corner and stared about the windowless room, her eyes resting upon the door. She wondered if anything else had found this a nice place to rest... |
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~Claira~ Opening the Path to Light.... | |
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