Post by Christian Hellraiser on Nov 29, 2006 12:10:26 GMT -5
As the sun was setting down coloring the sky in blood red. A soft wind blew through the grounds of Arcane Academy. Everything seemed very peaceful. But of course mostly appearance was deceiving. After all there was a school standing full of people who were armed with weapons and spells that could kill you. But for some reason everyone believed that no one will do anything of that matter. Those who ran this school seemed too confident in their own power. They forgot that students even if they were less powerful had skill and mostly they had numbers. Yet while teachers demonstrated how powerful they are kept everyone who could have a thought about doing something radical at bay. And yet with them feeling powerful and the students feeling weak nothing happen everything that was needed was just a catalyst something powerful and indestructible. And yet whatever it was it was not here now.
The only thing that could be heard was simple steps. Two pairs of shoes where walking down the road to the school. The steps calm and cold echoing in the evening air. But then the steps stopped. Another breeze ruffled the grass around the road also fluttering the cloaks that the two men had on. They stood there a moment their backs turned towards the sun. The two identical figures looking at the building before them. One of them had his right hand bent and holding a couple of ropes thrown over his shoulder and tied to the item that was wrapped in a white cloth. While other had nothing of that sort except for the little ring on his finger and a necklace. Those were the only differences between the figures that could be noticed. After a moment one of them spoke. His face cold and voice calm and quiet.
“So this is the place?” He said with his eyes scanning the building in front of him. Even taking the breathtaking appearance of the school the man did not seem impressed. “How long will they last?” He finished and stood waiting for his brother, Vincent to answer.
The only thing that could be heard was simple steps. Two pairs of shoes where walking down the road to the school. The steps calm and cold echoing in the evening air. But then the steps stopped. Another breeze ruffled the grass around the road also fluttering the cloaks that the two men had on. They stood there a moment their backs turned towards the sun. The two identical figures looking at the building before them. One of them had his right hand bent and holding a couple of ropes thrown over his shoulder and tied to the item that was wrapped in a white cloth. While other had nothing of that sort except for the little ring on his finger and a necklace. Those were the only differences between the figures that could be noticed. After a moment one of them spoke. His face cold and voice calm and quiet.
“So this is the place?” He said with his eyes scanning the building in front of him. Even taking the breathtaking appearance of the school the man did not seem impressed. “How long will they last?” He finished and stood waiting for his brother, Vincent to answer.