The moon rose, its silver rays sliding over the ancient castle, still presiding on the mountain peak. The castle looks over the small medieval village below. Outside the village lay the timeless pines, shielding myths and legends from the lure of the full moon. However, at the equinox, even those sturdy boughs will fail to protect the villagers. Soon the moon will draw their ancestral nightmare from the depths. Tiny diamonds pepper the sky as the stars catch their stolen light. The gilded village stones lie in silent anticipation as the frosty air hardened on the ground. Honey coloured walls rise around shaded cobbled streets, darkened with history.The watchful castle is still, as are the streets.
The equinox was a time for family, during an age where nature was sacred and religion did not exist. However, myths, whilst mostly forgotten, still roamed freely amongst the travellers and inns, warming the firesides with far-off lands and fantastical beasts. Legends are still in the making and the magic has not yet faded from the earth. The people are twinned with the land and there was a mutual respect. Tonight, the legends that are whispered about by the hearths are stirring. The forgotten myths which even now stalk out of the night stir, drawn by the scent of vitality which pours from them, headier than the most intoxicating liquor.
Attuned to nature as they are, these people have lost their faith.Their belief in the supernatural and the occult, the unholy or the unnatural has all but vanished. Because yet another being stalks the towns. It goes by the name of The One, The Only and The Holy Being. Religion has come to this land, leeching away the magic like water cleans away the mud from stone. This religion teaches that the legends, which in turn teach unity with nature and wariness of the unknown, are evil, that knowledge and ‘modernisation' are good. This is enforced by the threat of ‘divine retribution', should the people wander from the directives set out for them.
However, the legends that they try so hard to suppress are stronger than fables, and are not so easily ignored. Should a generation get too ensnared by religion, these ancients rise up against it, to reclaim their place as rightful rulers of the lives of these people. Tonight is such a night. The shadows stir as the people bow down to their new rulers. They boil restlessly as the children scorn the legends, instead of embracing them as they once used to, young hearts thrilling with the magic of terror. Their scorn fuels the anger that was first pricked by the whisper of religion, now a raging inferno that will engulf this small town, and all who stand before it.
An example will be made. The people will remember and mourn the day that religion turned their heads from the old ways. The cycle will turn again to the rule ofsuperstition, balance will shift again. The
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 30.01.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7368-7451-0
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