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The Moon’s Anger

The clouds moved slowly in the moonless night. There was no light for miles except for the bonfire that was lit in the center of the hooded figures. One of them stood, their cloak billowing in the strong wind. It stepped slowly, it’s bare feet crunching the glass that was scattered among them all. At last, it reached the bonfire, by now the creatures feet were blood red and covered in glass. The blood seaped into the dirt, painting a beautiful portrait only the scum of the earth could see. There were no words to be said as the creature stepped into the bonfire, no remorse or second thought. No “sorrys” or pleading. Just the quiet crackling of the fire as it engulfed the creature, sending it’s robes flying about in frenzy. The wind picked up, and, the fire died. The creature stood there, translucent white skin straight from hell itself lighting up the night. A screech in tongues was heard from one of the sitting creatures, it condemned the dying thing, telling that it did not belond here or in hell. It siad the pitiful thing was to wander for many nights until it learns its lesson. To do their deeds by destroying its blood line by possession. The wind slowed and died, the clouds sped from the moon. No thing would ever glow brighter than the moon. The moon, screaming its curses from the sky, sent the fire roaring higher than it had before, glowing purple. The creature crumbled, falling into the fire, its spirit soaring towards its bloodline in the small town of Sulver. For the first time recorded in history Sulver saw snow.

Description
The Moon’s Anger

The clouds moved slowly in the moonless night. There was no light for miles except for the bonfire that was lit in the center of the hooded figures. One of them stood, their cloak billowing in the strong wind. It stepped slowly, it’s bare feet crunching the glass that was scattered among them all. At last, it reached the bonfire, by now the creatures feet were blood red and covered in glass. The blood seaped into the dirt, painting a beautiful portrait only the scum of the earth could see. There were no words to be said as the creature stepped into the bonfire, no remorse or second thought. No “sorrys” or pleading. Just the quiet crackling of the fire as it engulfed the creature, sending it’s robes flying about in frenzy. The wind picked up, and, the fire died. The creature stood there, translucent white skin straight from hell itself lighting up the night. A screech in tongues was heard from one of the sitting creatures, it condemned the dying thing, telling that it did not belond here or in hell. It siad the pitiful thing was to wander for many nights until it learns its lesson. To do their deeds by destroying its blood line by possession. The wind slowed and died, the clouds sped from the moon. No thing would ever glow brighter than the moon. The moon, screaming its curses from the sky, sent the fire roaring higher than it had before, glowing purple. The creature crumbled, falling into the fire, its spirit soaring towards its bloodline in the small town of Sulver. For the first time recorded in history Sulver saw snow.