(Page 1 of 28) Eyes in Shadow Chapter 1: Restless by A. Lynn FergusonSUMMARY: They say the eyes are the window to the soul-In the midst of an era with a twisted society in a twisted world, the Digieval Age has risen. Lost in the sweeping war between a tyrannical government and the sinister guilds, the human spirit has plummeted.Eyes in Shadow
By: A.Lynn
Chapter 1: Restless
Disgusting and depraved. Ruthless, and even demonic. That's what he saw there when they came to the cape of the city, and he could see his first glimpse at the dock. Always, were the waters around the boat district restless, as always were the skies. Once again it was an evening filled with rain shadows and flooding. Dark clouds were lightly threaded across the polluted purple sky, and a sailing wind brushed the trees gently. Another familiar evening in the city they called Jylia, which stood there with the same glint in her eye; dark, imposing, sadistic, and no doubt plotting another gruesome night for the people upon her streets. Dark Jylia, the Nightmare City, was under siege by an oncoming storm that glared from the distance.
Their footsteps pattered down the wood walkway. The feet of the many newcomers thumped against the creaking dock until they came to a solemn pause, and their faces ceased in blankness. It was a moment atoned in silence at the awe and beauty of such a world. Jylia looked back with her street lamps glowing under moisture-halos from the humid weather. The city spied them with an ever-so innocent look beneath stone architecture and intricate buildings, highlighted by the lightning flashes in the distance. Yet not all were fooled.
With this the ferry boat pulled towards the troubled docks. Already light drops of rain began to fall to the gray brick streets as the boat approached. They could hear the water beneath it sing its troubled opera of the shore in seaworthy notes. The fellow boats of the evening bumped against wood and metal with a light tune on the water's echoing surface. The sky promised an unwelcoming darkness with every minute as night made ready to seize her throne.
"And why are we stopping in this dark, despicable city?" The woman's voice was deep and aristocratic. Her childhood had been undoubtedly pampered with manners and etiquette, and the guide snarled as he heard it; it was a luxury compared to the twisted world that surrounded him. He slowly muddled in a circle until he could face them with his reply.
His hair was brown and a fluttering mess. One side was close to combed yet the other was untouched since pillow time. The manner of styling was almost as sloppy as the shabby clothes. He wore a ragged jacket that attempted a formal style of some sort, and decidedly failed. But the tourists would hardly notice this due because of his peculiar left eye as it always wandered in a different direction from his right. The stare gave the bystanders the distinct notion that he was perhaps not fully grasping onto what they deemed reality.
He answered with his raspy voice, a street-grown accent butchering the small attempt to sound noble. "Because m'lady, there is a storm flanking us, and it seems to be one of the worst I've seen this week." Always they had a complaint. Always was it never good enough, and the snobs of the free world were eating the guide's patience alive. "We are here to find shelter, and I know of satisfactory accommodations within Jylia city that are fairly cheap as well." Being polite with a mound of frustration was undoubtedly ruining his fake accent.
Heh.
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