Fan Fiction ❯ Strings of Fate ❯ Stage One ( Chapter 1 )

Stage One

The dim figure glowed in the moonlight, standing firm into his ground as he heard the muddy footsteps clashing amongst the earth. His eyes glowed a strange silver, as he stood in front of the small house that seemed almost frozen in time, sleeping, along with the people inside. He closed his eyes…accepting, something unseen. His hair blew in the steady wind, which curled around him, along with the darkness, the full moon shining bright. His eyes of soft silver glowed like fireflies as he gazed into the darkness, seeing his foes coming at a tremendous pace.

The three figures that had once been moving faster than a cheetah suddenly came to a halt at his sight, slightly jerking back from their abrupt halt.

"…Minaret…" a voice hissed from the eerie darkness. The slim figure stood up straight, though in a casual manner, listening intently. Heaped shadows of others lay before him, the only one that he focused on was the person in front, and his deep eyes of an emotionless black shimmered as he laughed mercilessly as he cackled. "Foolish is he. The boar may be brave, but he is the one who will be on the table for dinner. Not the sly cat, that runs away, smart…clever cat." The voice was low and deep, the words slightly slurred, obviously a male, that was smooth and slick, almost one that could be touched, rather than a normal sound.

Minaret stood, his body suddenly tensing, though he remained silent. He crouched low, his back and leaned forward, his head slightly sticking out as he readied his body for an upcoming attack, but this seemed to amuse the other. He laughed; a few snickers came from the shadows behind him, though the two solid figures next to him remained still. The shadows were silenced by a single word, "dismissed. All of you."

The shadows hissed, obviously offended, as they sneaked back, merging with the night, and all that was left were the two figures standing next to him.

"Suckling pig." He spat, taking a step forward, the figure to the right of him smiled, interested now. "Don't protect these of the foolish. I alone can kill you. Why not run? It is futile for you to fight me." Minaret tightened his grip, his head lowed, as he bared small tusks within his sharp clenched mouth.

"…Sanguine…" the one on the left muttered under her breath, "we shouldn't be wasting our time on Boar…"

Sanguine lashed his hand back, which connected with the one that spoke, who fell back quickly. The clash of her body upon the ground shattered through the night. The one upon his right quickly caught the girl, kneeling slowly as he did so. His quick reflexes appearing to be handy at a time like this. "I don't- nor will understand you Minaret. But if you choose so, you must die." The figure dashed forward into the dim light that glowed from the moon and the swinging lantern at the front of the house. Sanguine allowed a flourishing laugh to emit from his throat as he landed before Minaret, small symbols glowed upon his forehead. The one that kneeled picked up the girl quietly into his arms, though she was a deal larger than he was, before stepping backwards and merging with the darkness.

Minaret grimaced from the hit that the girl took, but he murmured, his head ducked low, "Nevertheless…you won't touch the girl."

Sanguine roared, the sound was hollow and more like a bellow, one that shook the ground beneath his feet. "I don't want to hurt you Minaret, truly I don't!" Then, in the night two bodies clashed with each other and one figure stood in the darkness of shadows not to be seen. The only light flooded from the moon and a small lamp that swung as the bodies crashed into each other furiously. Without mercy one figure fell upon the floor into a pool of their own blood.