A Strange Meeting

The blistering cold atmosp here(predicate) shrouded by its crystalline twilight embodied its presence over the glooming Tamoe Highlands the issue which divided the two kingdoms of Lucil. The gloomy surroundings pierced the night sky, make people to wonder what enlighten of menace was at work here what evil had corrupted the lands of their beloved domain.Gathering people crawled outside of the city walls, on both fronts the kingdoms of Garthia, and Reynard. They stood in amazement, as sparks of light flickered over head, vaporising the sliminess that should ease up been convenient, replacing it with the most beautiful pearl-like subject areas whose exterior was sheltered with tiny diamonds of exquisiteness.The people dark their gaze to a larger sphere, more than dominant, as it were. This orb was unlike anything anyone had ever seen its splendour unmatched. The stone cold jolt of every single soul every hu gentle firearms gentle objet dart, had its eyes fixed on its occurr ence, as it twirled in the sparkling sky, gleaming its magnificence for all to see. mickle began to pace themselves, gradually moving their feet, eyes ever focused on their objective the sphere. They were drawn to its presence, drawn there by some unobserved force, or perhaps, they were a victim to esurience all wishing to run this obsidian of absolute perfection. Whatever the reason, they all wanted the same thing. Every shoemakers last person there wanted to touch this orb in the sky, originally them.As one of the kingdom members r separatelyed out for it, the others became slightly annoyed, agitated by what was happening. Before they knew it, their calm, peaceful, hands became weapons, as they fought each other for this object this beauty. The greed in every single of them was reflecting the well-to-do aura in each of their eyes, as they killed one another for the sake of this newly born object. integrity by one, the slaughter went on, humans dying, fighting for the posses sion of this item. Eventually, one remained a man by the name of Tarik. He was a great man, a blacksmith, from the kingdom of Reynard. He was a very respectable man al panaches there when his service was needed, and plane when it wasnt needed, he would be there to appoint a helping hand to anyone who needed it.Grasping the golden sphere in his hands, he peered into its surface curious of where this came from its origin. Nothing like this had been seen in the lead, so it was obvious to him that he was holding some sort of relic an item that was clearly sought after. He held this item close to his chest, making undisputable his grip was tightly holding it afraid someone would steal it from him. eld past, times changed, kingdoms crumbled, and figments were created, and peoples theories blinded those who were imprudent enough to alter the truth. Stories were told, people were better wondering where this mysterious orb now lay. There were many different stories and films dedicat ed to exploiting the truth, but they were always altered in on way or another never fully showing what happened.A junior male child strutted up to the building, hands lying lazily in his rise up pockets, playing with the loose change he gained upon purchasing some goods for his mother, half-hour past. He tilted his head as he approached the suede doors manifestly pondering about its interior. He let our a silent sigh, as he took the last a couple of(prenominal) steps, forrader swinging the giant doors undetermined with a keen thrust.Anybody home? he muttered, echoing through the dark halls of the building.There was no response. The boy gazed around, looking for someone he could by chance talk to. He walked towards the reception desk, peering over the counter, to find absolutely no one there. The boy then retreated back a few steps, before clear-cut once more for someone, anyone, who could help him. beam? lance turned around, his gaze now fixed on the speaker of his name se arching needlessly to match their face to a name.Back again, I see. Hm, youll father to learn we wont help you with every single need alleged the charrhood, powerfully, with her toilsome voice.Peters head tilted forwards, staring at the ground, as if the words of this woman have shunned his feelings, making him sad in the event that he could not get his own way. Removing his hands from his pockets, he brushed stray hairs from his face, and thinly tucked them behind his ear.I understandits just that, Ive heard so much about this sphere, I need someone to actually help me find itThe young boy was keen, his will strong, on finding the legend of his homeland, Lucil. He wanted to experience, and understands, the beauty his people had witnessed over four pace years before him. He was certain it lay dormant in this particular ready, but had no one to help him excavate it.The woman shook her head, and walked forwards towards Peter. She patted him softly, on his cushioned hair, comfor ting him, before strolling cancelled down one of the larger corridors her feet creating constant echoes of footsteps in her wake.Ill get itwith or without help, Ill get it thought Peter, as he thudded the doors open, once more, with his hands this time, more quickly and powerfully, to match his newly acquired mood.The streets of New Reynard were silent the daylight was picture to an end, as the b proper(ip) sun sunk behind the surrounding mountains. Clouds were evolution darker, as rain began to trickle from their interior showering the city, making a contrast of frequent drumming, as it landed onto the earth.Peter peered up, staring into the clouds, before academic session down, peacefully, in the rain. He loved the rain loved to be in it because of its glorifying touch, its caring aura of water. He just sit there, embracing the cold, damp, atmosphere, as he pondered existence, just as he always did when he was sat in the rain. The young boy wonderedabout the sphere, more tha n anything. What importance does it have to the world? Why is it here? There were a lot of questions that he wanted, but was afraid, to discover.Hours past, and the rain moved on, revealing the midnight sky, and the all of its stars, intertwined its beautiful crescent. Peter stood up, soaked with water, he waltzed off down a road take to his home water trickling down his spherical visage.As he unlock his door, he walked inside, taking his shoes off at the door, and planting them beside his families, before taking off his coat and placing it on a hanger. His family were long asleep, and he feared to wake them, so he simply ran upstairs to bed pulling his blankets over his head, and dreaming of this sphere-like relic he desired to obtain.Morning arose, and he jumped out of his tiny bed. As he did so, he fluffed his pillow, and placed the blankets back over his bed. Peter spoke to none of his family, still, and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him, as he hastily walked off into the bustle streets of New Reynard.He was engulfed in desire to find this sphere, he was determined, and today, he would find it. After 2 years of research, and revising the theories, and so called truth on this event that took place 4000 years ago, he was determined, and sure, he would find it today alone, if he had to. ladder towards the mountains, Peter swung his arms as he ran as fast as he could. Before climax to the edge of town, he crossed the span that separated the settlement from the grasslands of Lucil but it wasnt very far to the mountain range, still.As he approached the mountains, there was a rather unexpected sound emerge from the depths of a cave somewhere that had previously been explored many a time. The big H noise became more frequent, and thunderous, as he stepped towards it. His necklace that was passed onto him from the generations of fathers seemingly began to fluctuate, as he got nearer, and nearer.Approaching even further still, the tiny bead on his necklace shoot a neon-glow of blue, as it fired a tiny laser of true statement into a small gap in the cave wall make an explosion of rock as it fell crumbled away, revealing a compartment at bottom the caves.Peter approached it, his heart racing faster than it ever had, clutching at his chain to steady it. Slowly walking towards the inner area of the wall, he glared at a metallic shrine in front of him he basked at its glory, for it was shunning a powerful aura of energy, sparking at the corners, where energy was outpouring from its body.The boy walked towards the memorial drips of sweat dripping down his face, as he approached it steadily, wondering what this was. He finally stood right next to it, reaching his right arm out slowly, as he tapped the surface with his index hitch wondering if anything would actually happen.There was a glare of blinding light, and Peter stood back, falling to the ground as he did so. His heart began to fluctuate even more, as the shrine hovere d into the air, spiralling around in circles, like some sort of magic was in play here. There was a heart, tempered, voice coming from it, as it twirled in the air.Hahahaso you think you can take my sphere, do you? HahahaAll of a sudden, the top of the memorial blew off, revealing a imitation of golden beams piercing the cave walls, and ceiling. Peter closed his eyes, whilst throwing his hands in front of his face, to shield himself from the blinding light that was in play. He wished that he had never come here, that he had never revealed this sacred shrine that was before him now scaring him into thinking about nothing but torment.A man jumped out of the shut in that was on the shrine, and walked towards Peter slowly a golden sphere of beauty gently cradled in his arms, as he walked forwards, grinning as he did so. He spoke one more, in a more taunting manner.Peter, Peter, Peterhow refuse you intrude my place of sleep. How dare you think you can steal my sphere How dare youThro wing his arm forwards, the man pierced Peters chest with his fist revealing blood to drip from his dead body, as he fell backwards, lying completely on the home red liquid spurting from his mouth, as he choked in his own blood.The man grinned, before turning around, and heading back into the casket one more, to lay dormant again, with his precious sphere of beauty protect it from anyone who thinks they can take it from him.The mountains were once again silentnothing could be heard, nothing was to be seen. The dark skies covered the twilight horizon, as day became a fragment of bliss.that is the tale, of the striking orb. The tale that has been since passed on from man to man but, who could have passed on, when there was no one there but the boy? Theories have emerged, legends have been written, but no one knows for sure how the apologue came about.