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 Prologue #3 Sheem spat. "You! You have no business here! This is a personal affair!" The bird squawked. Then it spoke, in an ancient voice like wood creaking in a strong gust of wind. "Is it?" Then it released its grip and Sheem plummeted toward the faraway ground. The ground rose until Sheem could see every dog and cat. Until Sheem could see wide-eyed animals in the alley. Until Sheem could see every inch of the piece of pavement she hurtled towards. And then she landed. Sheem landed with a crunch and a thud. She lay there, not moving. The cats slowly approached their leader. What had happened? Meods could not die. But how much could they withstand? Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is eternal. The silence was almost solid in the cool night air, broken only by the soft sound of wings as feathered creatures of all kinds perched on the roofs and gutters around the silent group of animals. The raven/eagle landed silently upon the ground next to Kahn. Then everything was silent. Nothing moved. Then, finally, Sheem stirred. She struggled to her feet, shaking her head as her confusion from her healing wore off. She lived! A ripple passed through the group of cats that had been awkwardly standing in a circle around Sheem. They moved forward and surrounded her in a protective circle, facing outward and snarling. They unsheathed their claws. Kahn spoke. "Brave, but you are badly outnumbered" (the dogs growled to make his point) "with the addition of my ally's forces. You are vulnerable to any attack from above." He turned to the raven/eagle. "Legar. I am glad (here Kahn's lip curled) to see you here. I had begun to think you weren't coming." Kahn's light tone poorly masked his contempt. Legar's eyes gleamed with anger. "But I am here. Do you suggest my word means nothing?" The birds on the rooftops shifted restlessly. Kahn drew himself up. "I have no need for accusations. What has been done has been done, and what has been said has been said. This matter is closed." He turned to the resistant huddle of cats. "You have no hope. Surrender, or you shall find out the true ruthlessness of our forces." Sheem coughed, and spoke in a brittle voice. "We are not alone. We will never surrender!" She raised her face to the moon and howled. A guttural sound as old as the moon itself tore from her throat and resounded off the concrete walls. This is the third installment of my story so far. Yes, I am still on the prologue. We aren't even to the real story and main characters yet. (Well, I briefly mentioned one. You probably didn't notice.) But you need to hear this first. And, when you're commenting, please don't sugarcoat it. Tell me your real opinion about what I should change because you don't like it. I had this happen when I've been reading books. I won't like something the author has done, and I get annoyed. I often talk to the book, even if it can't respond. Analytic P.S. I appreciate you reading my posts. Thanks for all the comments! Article posted November 19, 2011 at 06:48 PM • comment (1) • Reads 101 • see all articles |
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