A shadow, separate
A shadow, separate
A shadow, separate from any object, lifted effortlessly up a castle wall, seeming to glide over the rough-hewn stone. Upon coming to a window, the shadow paused, as if considering its position, then disappeared into the opening.
A guard, carrying a naked blade in one hand, paced a castle corridor. The flames of torches on the walls gave the only light, which flickered as the flame shivered. Unbeknownst to the guard, a shadow slipped through the barred window at his bakc, which had been previously thought to be too small to allow any potential threat through. The shadow, in the flickering light of the torches, was revealed to be a child-sized humanoid figure, wearing a hooded cloak; the cowl of which hid from sight the figure's face. Easing through the shadowy areas barely touched by torchlight, the figure slipped into the guard's own shadow, merging into it seamlessly. In all appearances, the only one in the corridor was a guard doing his rounds. The slight scuffle of padded feet on stone alerted the guard to the intruder. He spun around, calling out, "Who goes there?" Sweeping over the hiding place of teh cloaked figure, the guard saw a seemingly empty corridor behind him. Not lowering his guard, the watchman again called out, "Who goes there?" And this time there was an answer. Rising out from his own shadow a cloaked and hooded figure appeared, a dagger held expertly in its gloved hands. "It is I," replied the figure, a voice issuing from under the cowl, seeming slightly amused at this challenge, " the Shadow, Bringer of the Final Sleep." And with that, the figure leapt onto the guard, knocking him sprawling. And with a hand over the guard's mouth to prevent a cry, plunged his knige into the sentry's heart.
So, what d'you all think? I'd love suggestions and critique.
(January 26, 2010 - 2:22 pm)