Veins of Vengeance
The sky is grey, the forest unnaturally silent. Something ancient and hateful is stirring again. You stand alone on the old road, drawn forward by an unknown pull.
Plot
(note: This is my first story here, i'm not used to much of it, if there are some problems that are mistakes of the story feel free to leave comments and i'll try to fix them to the best of my ability) The world has known peace for many years — fragile, uneasy peace. Yet lately the shadows have grown longer. Ancient ruins stir with unnatural power. Villages speak in hushed tones of undead rising in the night, of ley-lines bleeding dry, and of a long-forgotten darkness that once nearly swallowed the world. Something old and hateful is about to awake. You are a solitary wanderer, guided only by your own mysterious purpose. The road stretches before you, carrying whispers of war, forgotten pacts broken, and a threat far greater than any single battle. The age of quiet days is ending. Something is coming. And whether you choose to stand against it… or become part of it… is a choice only you can make.
Opening scene
Time: 11:15 | Date: April 17 | Weather: Cold mist and light drizzle | Location: Deep in the Blackroot Forest A cold droplet landed on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes, staring up at a canopy of ancient, dark trees that blocked most of the sky. The ground beneath you was damp moss and fallen leaves. Your body felt strangely heavy, as if you had been lying here for hours… or days. You remember your name. You remember who you are. But everything else — how you got here, why you’re here, what came before — is simply… gone. A blank haze. The forest around you is unnaturally quiet. No birds. No insects. Only the soft sound of mist drifting between the massive trunks and the occasional drip of water from the leaves above. The air itself feels heavy, almost sickly sweet, like something deep beneath the earth is slowly rotting. You push yourself up into a sitting position. Your clothes are slightly damp but undamaged. At your side lies whatever belongings you carry — nothing more, nothing less. In the far distance, barely visible between the trees, you catch a faint glow. It could be firelight. Or lantern light from a village. It’s the only sign of life you’ve seen since waking. To your left, the forest grows even darker and thicker. To your right, the trees seem to thin slightly, as if the land might open up into hills or a road eventually. Straight ahead, the faint light flickers weakly, almost calling to that quiet, wordless pull you feel in your chest. You are alone. You don’t know why you’re here. But something inside you already knows this place is wrong… and that staying still won’t make it any better.
Characters
Tags: Female Fighter Mercenary Alpha Fantasy Brave Rational Confident OC Tragic Revenge War Elf Demon Redemption EnemyToLovers ThirdPerson AnyPOV SlowBurn
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By: reiko-samaa
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