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[Tasket]

The cold blistered through the fog, piercing every peice of flesh it could lay itself upon, impaling its cold dark front into its opponents before vanishing away in an instance as its foe shuddered with the cold and the dark thought of what lay before them. The wind rattled upon the empty chambers, flushing by in a rage of fright as it escaped through every gap around them. Frost built up on the edge of each and every cage as the winters grew stronger, but the thought that they would be arriving in less than an hour was draping into the minds of there victims, making it seem less surreal as the time passed by.

The warriors, once fearful and commanding, now were layed seperatley, independatly inside their own dark cave-like cages. The frost, along with the cold, created a sense of insecurity in the warriors minds, now piercing stronger than a bees sting the warriors lay bare, alone, deprived of the justice they once served. They knew that within the hour a chilling fright would be upon them, cursing everyone of them, making sure that they will never again fight the dark twisted power that was staring them in the face for so long.

Footsteps could be heard ahead as every warrior dipped low in the cages trying not to seen as a handful of guards wandered past, bow in hand while a dagger discretely pocketed away leaving just a bulge in the side of their murky brown coats. In the far corner lay a cage, although alot smaller than the rest seemed to be collecting alot more frost than the ones around and surrounding it, inside lay a small child, convicted of a crime he swore he did not do but dispite his ongoing efforts to redeem himself he knew that he would not be saved, the darkness was growing stronger by the minute, just like the mist, surrounding them, encaging them in their own minds as it lay upon them causing them to bow down to a power only something out of this world could approach. The child lay fearless inside the cage, staring through the fog to see if he could see what lay ahead but to no avail, his bulgy eyes transfixed upon an object in the distance becoming ever clearer as it seemed to be floating towards them, without a thought in his mind he justled over, whiping his coat along with him as the last gust of wind flew out of the empty cages into the night sky.

The child sat up instantly, he heared the soft tatter of the water dripping from the sky as the familiar sound entered his head, the sound was a chilling unnerving one, he had heard it before, but he couldn't remember where, his eyes now floating around the area as he took glimpse of his surroundings, the area he was stationed was inside a heavily guarded camp, soldiers lay upon every wall and tent, markings, the symbol of power lay upon their throats, a blood red V lay upon them, the V only being a few inches long was known for its ever increasing pain as 'he' came closer, the owner of all the destruction that lay upon this world. The noise came to life again, this time the noise went on for longer and was alot closer than before, then he saw it again, the floating object was coming closer as he shook his head in disbelief, he then remembered where he had seen it before as the memories came flooding back, he collapsed and turned like the rest, into the weak minded fools that they all where, or so the guards continued to tell them.




[you continue please, turn it into whatever you want, Gonah doesn't have to be the small child he can anyone you want]