Neodis: Dancing under the Ashen Moon From the distance, the beat, drums are being bashed by over excited acolytes. The WarDancers are moving once more. They approach the forest of my world, the brood sits, waiting for this new band of foolish idealists to march to their death. Hear in our world, our world of dark ambition and unseen dangers. They enter the forest, marching to the beat of their drums some do dance, they think they are on an easy battle that good will prevail in a land so infused with reality. We watch them; they are heading for the heart of our land, what they think to be the soul, the life force. We shake our heads, knowing the truth. We are all about them; our own black hearts fill the forest beside the path of their quest. We are unseen. We hold knives. They shall learn the truth as they dance under the Ashen Moon, surrounded by the Darkness! I shall look upon their faces, amused by their shocked expression as they come to realize that they are surrounded and defeated. Trying to comprehend how their noble war has come to a sudden and unexpected end. Kind regards |