Write One Page Per Day – 20/365 – January 20, 2018

The fog flowed across the lake with the wind. The sound of wind chimes could be heard from every bank as the dingy rowed slowly to the center of the body of water. Sam had a plan but he needed to make sure that everything was perfect. If it wasn’t, everything would fall apart and the soul of Eliza, his wife, would be gone forever.

He reached the center of the lake just as the church tower on the western back began ringing loudly that midnight had arrived. Sam reached into his backpack for the hide pouch of magical herbs and quickly the it overboard. All he could do now was wait for the boat man to arrive.

Nearly ten agonizingly long minutes passed before he finally saw the silent form of the boat gliding across the water. Sam swallowed hard but it became stuck in his throat as the visage of the skeleton on the keel became apparent in the dim light shed by his lantern.

“Why have you called me here mortal?” The boat man asked. Sam felt bile rise up in his throat when he saw that there was no flesh on his face.

Dark Fog – Part Two

Continued from Dark Fog

I walked slowly past the gates of the prison, enjoying the sounds of screams emanating from inside. What once barred entry to the interior of the prison had been disabled by the darkness on its mission to free the others. All that remained of both the gate and the guards that once manned the post was ash. Even their weapons had been subject to it.

I reached out with my mind to perceive through the darkness’ sentience. It was swirling from cell to cell, liking everyone it came across as it searched the cell block for the first of my compatriots, Jensen. He was a true ally and a formidable foe to anyone that fared to stand against him. As though the darkness could read my thoughts it suddenly jolted down the cell block and into a cell where I saw Jensen sitting calmly with his legs crossed in stark contrast to the majority of the prison, which was still screaming as other tendrils stretched from cell to cell.

Jensen, in his prison issued clothes, smiled at the darkness that floated before him. He moved slowly but confidently as he placed his feet on the floor. He stood, raising to his intimidating six-foot-five-inch tall height, before stretching. The tattoos on his skin crawled in response as if they too understood what was happening. He turned, grabbed a small makeshift bag from under the bed, then turned back to the darkness that watched him, glaring at it from under his thick eyebrows.

“It’s about time, Emordius.” He said throwing the bag over his shoulder. The light from the ceiling made the scars that covered most of his face and arms seem more severe than normal. The darkness even pulled back slightly when he spoke as if it understood how dangerous the man before it was. “I’ll see you in a few minutes. The others are still in solitary.”

With a confident smile plastered to his face, he walked straight into the dark fog before him and made his way toward me. One down, three remaining allies to collect from this prison. I pulled my mind back to my body as Jensen came through the missing front door walking at a leisurely pace. If it were anyone else I would’ve thought they were over confident, but he knew my attachment and respect for him.

“Hello, old friend.” He said coming to a stop just beside me. “The darkness finally obeys you.”

It was a statement, not a question. I was still smiling, and it spread wider in response.  There was nothing to say at the moment. It would only be a few more minutes before the others were free and I could address them all when they came.

Write One Page Per Day – 17/365 – January 17, 2018

Continued from January 16, 2018

“It was a small group of people, hearing us cry wedged under the overpass, comprised of two married couples and five children between them. They were nice and took us with them to keep us safe. Two days later the lights left and the world was empty. There just weren’t people around, occasionally we would run into another small group, but it seemed as though the light had taken everyone.

“We traveled for almost a year, looking for a place to call home, until we got to Weeksville. Everyone in the town was there. No one had gone missing, and everything worked here. It was as if the lights had ignored this tiny town entirely. Life just went on for these people.

“I grew up not far from this lodge at the coordinates I left for you. My sister fell in live and got married to a local when she was 22. I never have up hope that I would find you. So I set out to look for you on my own. I told Anna I’d be back as soon as possible, but when I was back in Atlanta, looking at the old house the lights returned.

“This time I had nowhere to hide from them. They brought me up into the light, and-”

He stopped talking. I sat for a moment listening to his words, taking everything in, trying my best to imagine what had happened to my children. I was totally convinced now that this was my son. I reached out to pull him close to me as he teared up. His and wrapped around me and held me tight. Whatever had happened to him when the light took him was too much for him to share.

“It’s alright, son.” I said quietly working the back of his head on my shoulder, “I’m here now, everything will be alright. You don’t have to tell me anything else.”

“No,” he said, pulling away from me and composing himself again, “I need to say it. There were six of us that were picked up. Six. They tested us against each other in odd ways. Eventually, one by one, I was the only one left. 

“They moved me to a room with silver walls. Not steel, but actually silver, it was cold and foreign. I don’t know how long they kept me in there, but eventually the door to the room opened. No one came through, it just stayed open. I left the room and wandered around. There was no one and nothing anywhere I went. All the doors were open, but I couldn’t find the other five anywhere.

“Eventually, after a lot of searching, I found a round room in the middle of whatever it was, and at the center of that was a floating orb that looked like mercury. I stared at it for awhile, unable to figure out what it was supposed to be. I decided after a time to touch it. It was the only thing really for me to interact with in that place. 

“As soon as my finger made contact with the surface, it washed over me and I felt as though I was suffocating for an instant. Then everything was black. I was sure I had died, but I could feel my lungs pulling air and my heart racing in my chest.

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Mark of the Leviathan

For hundreds of years people have been born with marks on their forearms bearing resemblance to various creatures of the world. Marks that grant the bearer special abilities based on the creature it looks like. The White Cloaks have controlled much of the small towns and villages in the kingdom by dictating which marks are safe, and which are dangerous. All while searching for the rarest, and most dangerous of them all.

On the night Miles was born, his parents were terrified when they saw he bore the mark of the leviathan. Years later, they came for him, destroying his quiet life in one night. While he is searching for answers, he uncovers a world-shattering secret that could undo all the progress the White Cloaks have made.

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