Winds of Change
The wind blew wildly on this cold autumn night, rusling the few leaves left on the trees, and whipped up all those that had fallen. Because of this wind, it seemed much colder than it really was. John brushed a strand of his dark blond hair out of his eyes, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. For a moment, he glanced into the sky. The sun's ray were just beginning to show over the horizon, but he knew the light wouldn't last long. The clouds were already blowing in from the West. It was going to end up a dark and gloomy day, as it had been for a week now.
He let out a breath, and pulled a cigarett from his pocket, sticking it between his lips. He cupped his hands around cigarett, as one would to light one, then dropped his hands, and took a puff.
There was a soft gunting sound from the top of a small, nearby cliff. John looked up, calmly. "You know that stuff kills you." a deep, but smooth voice followed.
John let out a forced laugh, threw the cigarett to the ground, and stomped it out. "Not that it'll matter." he mumbled. He looked up again, and, during a short gust of warm wind, he seemed to fly as he leaped to the top of the cliff. "What do you care about my health anyway?" He walked to a man kneeling on the grass in front of a sword.
The man had a bulky, muscular build, and short, dark hair, quite the contrast to John's slender build and long, blond hair. The bulky man wore a dark trenchcoat, similer to John's and had his head bowed to the hilt of the sword.
The man sighed and looked up. "Silence, John." he said quietly, "I hear only silence."
John frowned. "They've gone, Zack. Everyone else has accepted it but you." He instincively took out another cigarett. "The Gods have abandoned us." Zack stood quickly, face red with anger, but said nothing. Instead, he snatched the cigarett out of John's mouth, and threw it before it was lit. "What'd you do that for?" He asked calmly. "It's not as if it's gonna kill you." He took out another one stubbornly. " You being an angel and all." He lit the cigarett.
"The Gods have not abandoned us." Zack said sternly.
John shrugged. "If you say so." he offered him a smoke. "It'll take your mind off things."
Zack slowly, unsuredly, took it, and looked to John. "You have no lighter." he stated, "How did you light them?"
The tall blond held out a hand, casually, palm up, as a tiny flame flickered just above the skin. "Order of the Pheonix, remember old friend?" he replied with a dull grin, "Perhaps your memory is failing you."
Zack threw the cigarett off the cliff and pushed John's hand away. "You still have your powers, then?"
John held the cigarett between his fingers and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, why?"
"If you still have your powers," he answered, "then the Gods have not abandoned us. And that means something is wrong."
John's grin faded. He decided his attempt to smoke was pointless around him, so he put his cigarett out. "Wrong?" he asked, "Like what?"
"I think the Gods themselves might be in trouble." Zack answered grimly. "Else, why would they have broken contact with their followers?"
"Good point." he snorted, "Our headleader says he hasn't had a vision in months."
"That's when it started." Zack agreed, "We have to do something."
"Do what?" John asked, unbeleiving, "We don't have even close to the power they've got! They're Gods. they can take care of themselves!"
Zack bit his lip with a frown. "I wish that were true. But if we stand here and do nothing, then nothing will get done, and we put this, and all other worlds at risk of destruction."
"But what is there to do?" John snapped, "We don't even know what's wrong!"
"That's why we're going to find out." He turned, and as he did, two giant ash-white wings eurupted from his back. "Are you with me, old friend, or are you part of the problem?" Without waiting for an answer, he took off to the skies.
"We're just followers!" John cupped his hands around his mouth and called after him. "We can't save Gods!" He let his arms drop to his sides, and let out a long breath. "I know I'm going to regret this..." he mumbled as he lept off the cliff to follow his friend.
|21 Feb 2002|| Elizabeth 'Celesta' Kretzschmar|
*skips about and does the dance of first commenting* *cheers* YaY! You already know my comments on this one but... Me likes!! 'specially John.. Wonderful Prologue, you definately need to keep it going. ^.^ *prance about* Alura Raetz
replies: "*gasp!* Comment on the first day? I figured it'd either be you or Cassie-chan. Congads! *Dances 1st comment dance with her* Yay!"
|3 Mar 2002|| Cassandra Lee Duncan|
Interesting. I've never seen this before. But maybe that's because we don't see much of each other anymore. Are you going to Danny's B-Day party on the 16th? Mir is, and she said she'd call you.
Oh! The story. Good. I have updates! But my drawings aren't up yet. I had to take a whole bunch of them off, because they were too big. Okay, bye! Alura Raetz
replies: "Yeah, EW is picky on the size of pics, but they have reason. I mean, Would you really like to see pictures that you have to mess with your screen to see the whole thing? And it'll take a while to load on slow comps, too. Hmm... Well, see ya."
|22 Mar 2002|| N. L. Williams|
When I saw that it was urban fantasy, I wasn't sure I would like it. I should have known I was wrong. You MUST write more. PLEASE!!!!!!! Alura Raetz
replies: "Never written an urban fantasy before, I hope I'm doing well so far... I've got half the next chapter written already."
|24 Dec 2002|| Daisy|
Cool why its so short i dont get , but still its cool
|13 May 2003|| Cassandra Lee Duncan|
If you had half the next chapter written a year ago.. WHY ISN'T IT UP?!?!?!? Okay, That's it. Waiting for updates... And for peopel to comment on my art. And 3rd chapter of Changed Blood. The one from my dream with blood and wings...
|16 Sep 2009|| Anon.|
more, more, more, more, more one thing to critique though order of the phoenix that’s the title of harry potter book 5 but it’s a terrific read good job.