Darkness took over like ink spilled on a canvas. A rough, textured fabric covered his face, blinding Rok as he was shoved along, the harsh tugs on the rope that bound his arms together sending searing pain through his body. Every jolt and pull disoriented him. Time seemed to lose meaning in the oppressive darkness. The scent of damp earth overwhelmed his senses, and his breath grew hot and heavy within the confines of the bag over his head.
Fear coursed through him, mingling with confusion and anger. Who had caught them? The question tormented his thoughts, but the bag remained firmly in place, denying him any answers.
Suddenly, the movement ceased, and Rok was left standing in eerie silence. He strained his ears, trying to discern any clues about their captors, but only suffocating stillness accompanied him.
Then, as abruptly as it had stopped, the motion resumed. Rok was roughly pulled downward, forced to his knees. He braced himself for what might come next, his heart pounding in his chest.
With a swift, forceful yank, the bag was ripped from his head, and blinding light assaulted his eyes. For a moment, he blinked and squinted against the sudden brightness, his vision slowly adjusting to reveal the scene before him.
He found himself kneeling on the forest floor, surrounded by towering oak trees and small rustic homes, made from weaved saplings. A longhouse built from sturdy logs and thatched with straw, nestled among the ancient trees in front of him, their structures blending woods. The air was filled with the earthy scent of moss and leaves. The distant sound of a running creek filled his ears.
As his vision cleared, Rok's gaze darted around, and he was met with a sight that brought sudden relief. To his side kneeled Onyx, Jade, and Oldren. They were safe, for now.
However it was the figure standing before them that held the majority of Rok's attention. A tall imposing figure with a black fur draped upon his shoulders, an antler crown adorned his head. Long, straight, silver hair cascading down past his shoulders. But what sent shivers through Rok's spin was the golden gaze that met his. A familiar golden hue. A golden hue that held a look of—sorrow and grief.
Before he could demand answers, Onyx's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Hello, Father."
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The Chronicles of Onyx: Book 1
Fantezie**Action/Adventure Second place winner for The Fabulous Writer Awards ** Book One of the Chronicles of Onyx series. (FIRST DRAFT) War. For lifetimes it has consumed the lands of Druzatria, coursing and destroying all freedom and peace. Claiming inn...
