Tenebrous
夷陵老祖
A Vision of Fenrir
The door opens with a mountain in the distance framing my view.
Beneath it lies a lush green forest.
Beside the forest runs a pure blue river.
The Sun is bright, hanging high in the sky.
Suddenly the picture changes,
the river runs red with blood.
Dismembered bodies float towards me through the bloody tide.
High in the sky, he grasps the sun and consumes it.
Like a rapid twilight, the sky darkens.
All that remains beneath the blackened sky is a band of silver, lying across the horizon.
The southern edge of the Emerald forest held a clearing where a river of water flowed into the Emerald Lake. There stood a figure covered by an orange cloak shimmered into view at the river’s delta. The figure stood tall and faced away from the forest with white-gloved hands clasped behind its back.
Soon, five more joined the first at the edge of the lake one by one. Each wore different coloured cloak than the last. Green was first, emerging from the bush. Red was second, appearing from a flame. White was third, falling from the sky. Black was fourth, manifesting from the shadows. And last but not least, Gold. Making a rather simple entrance by strolling in.
When the newcomers neared Orange, they kneeled before it and closed their right hand at their chest. They were knights, and Orange was their Sovereign. The Sovereign turned to face the knights, bidding them rise. A moment later, it raised a white-gloved hand and commanded the knights to face west.
A small cliff side was seen poking out of the vast Emerald Forest. It seemed to be made from the rubble; littered with everything from pebbles to boulders. The sun burned brightly as it crawled across the afternoon sky. The moon, clear as day, was slowly catching up to the sun. Its pace significantly faster than that of its counterpart’s as it crossed the same bright blue sky.
Suddenly, the earth started to shake violently. When the cloaked figures looked up, they saw that the moon had caught up to the sun, barely touching its edge. The shaking only grew stronger as seconds passed and the moon consumed the light.
A wolf’s howl was heard coming from the forest, and the quaking stopped. It was as if the howl commanded the earth to freeze. Out of the five knights, White noticed the moon was covering a fourth of the sun.
The earthquake shook boulders and pebbles from their perches on the cliffside. Soon enough, the cliff had transformed into a mountain of stones.
After regaining their footing, the figures looked north, from where they heard the howl. But a glint of red had caught Gold’s eye. Letting out a shout, the knight pointed at the river. Something was wrong.
The river was gradually turning red as if a bloodbath had occurred upstream. Hands covered in a pair of black gloves reached into the river to cup a handful of red water for further inspection. Letting the water seep out, the golden hooded figure shouted in glee.
Red dust crystals, and lots of it.
Long, slender, manicured fingers plucked a red fragment from the black gloved hands. Holding the fragment towards the remaining sunlight, Red shook its hooded head. They were actually gemstones. Rubies, to be precise. This caused Gold to squeal even louder and frantically mined the river. The rest of the group shook their heads in disbelief.
Gold’s mining didn’t get very far, for black smog began to emerge from the edge of the forest. The disintegrating limb of Grimm began of flow down the river. Screams followed not long after. The red of rubies was replaced with the red of blood as human limbs replaced the black withering ones.
When the first human extremity flowed into sight, the Sovereign instantly lifted the golden cloaked figure with fury. The knights were specifically instructed not to bring any sort of underlings with them to witness the phenomenon. A howl interrupted Orange’s chiding and caused the witness to look towards the cliff once more.
They were graced with the silhouette of a wolf’s head with its jaws open wide, ready to eat the sun whole. With one quick snap, the world fell into darkness. The moon and the sun were overlapping, creating something seen only once every thousand years in Remnant, a Solar Eclipse.
Another howl vibrated through the forest as the figures stood seemingly hypnotized by the sight before them; a wolf. A wolf the size of a Deathstalker, if Green’s word was anything to go by. Its immense stature wasn’t what had them mesmerized, though, it was the silver aura that outlined its entire body.
And if they weren’t entranced enough by its aura, then it was the two swirling pools of silver that slowly manifested in the pitch black horizon. It was as if those eyes could see straight through their souls.
Blood curling screams filled the air as gunshots were heard. Bullet shots bounced off the animal’s natural shield.
The knights took this cue to make their graceful escape. All, but one.
The black knight stayed behind. And under the hooded cloak, a smirk of satisfaction appeared. With one last stare, the knight faded into darkness; but not growling out four words of excitement.
“May the hunt begin.”
(A reboot of an abandoned fanfic. Liek if u cri everytim. I'm done with the first season. Everything has been posted on my tumblr account.)
