Wyeth twisted in his bed, well what goes for a bed in the Cook’ dormitory; more a scratchy, flea riddled, uncomfortable, pillow lacking place to ‘rest’. It was a bed though, and the straw was fresh, two weeks fresh. In his fourteen-year-old dreaming mind though, he knew nothing about his bed, all he knew was the granite green eyes staring into his mind, holding him their unable to move, even after they blinked out of existence. Eyes that he knew were no dream, eyes that had held him captive that day on the hill, eyes that had pleaded for his understanding. He had been nine then, unable to understand that the being with the green eyes was a god, unable to understand that the god had been captured, unable to understand the message that had been burned into his memories…..
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Wyeth and his sister Cassandra live in a ‘godless’ world, abandoned by those gods and forsaken by choices they did not even make. The world was in ruin, at least their lonely frontier town was, and of the rest of the world, living in a town bordering a desolate land, bordering the far edge of the provinces, made it difficult to know what still existed. Their were rumours though, of massive cities to the South. Wyeth thought, one day, one day we will get there. These were big thoughts for a fourteen-year-old who had never seen adventure, never even been away from the town’s sights, cook and her culinary weapons had always made sure of that. Apart from cook, all he had was his sister, their mother dead and their father simply gone, never having returned from the Last War. Just like the gods.
His way of life was about to change though, the dreams of the god starting again, made sure of that, and if that was not enough, then the sudden peeling of the towns bells was. Something was wrong. Badly wrong. The bells never rang.
Wyeth does not know why his town is being attacked, he does not know why Cook never told him she was his Aunt and he certainly does not know why the gods left, all he knows is what the note in the old house said, ‘GET OUT, GET OUT NOW!’ and that he was going to listen to.
He might not know, but a shadow in the midlands knows, it knows their are still Godkin left and now with no gods to protect the E’rth it is time to act. It smiled in the darkness, a frightening thing, shadows can’t smile, but this shadow could. Death has changed, it thought as it happily melted into the darkness, but not for much longer. It knew the dark god would do everything for the shadow and then their would be no stopping it. Smiling the smile it shouldn't be allowed to, it waited...
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