Vivian Vinall
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The Prophecy
Heavy footsteps echoed through a narrow, old, stone hallway as a tall man enveloped in dark robes rushed towards a jagged opening seemingly leading into darkness. He disappeared into the shadows and his footfalls could still be heard as he got further and further away. Outside, completely dark except for the light of the moon, the man emerged almost as if from nowhere had anyone been there to witness it. He ran, never tiring, clutching something in his arms. His pace only slowed with his destination in sight, a lone wharf with a small fishing boat and a waiting man covered in armour and a heavy cloak, a long sword in his hand. The running man slowed to a brisk walk, covering the wharf in a few steps, it’s creaking wood the only sounds in the quiet night.
By Vivian Vinall3 years ago in Futurism