Hidden Pasts Prologue
By Katie Herdman
All Hail The Wings Of The Winds & The
Power Of North
“…when I stand in the midst of battle,
I am the heart of the battle, the arm of the warriors. My father gave me
the heavens, he gave me the earth. I am Inanna. Who knows the will of the
gods in heaven? Who understands the plan of the underworld gods? Where have
mortals learnt the way of a god? He who was alive yesterday is dead
today.”
Prologue
The wind howled through the trees, screaming, searching
for it’s next victim. The trees bent their gnarled branches even further
than usual trying to catch the next person unlucky enough to walk into their
traps. The forest came alive with the evil lurking there.
In
a clearing in the forest;
Evil
shimmered into being.
The
soft laughter of the dammed; the shrieks of their freshly captured
prey.
The
hellhounds’ battling over the scraps.
Dogs
stopped their barking, lay down, and whimpered.
Cats’
arched in fear and hissed at shadows.
Babies
awoke, inconsolable.
All
of a sudden a flash of white broke through the heavy, settling of evil. A
child! Running as if she feared something would catch her. Behind her the
evil took form into a huge wolf, sent to capture this girl as if she was
just another prey.
The
wolf ran after her though trees and over streams. It’s panting breath
never showing in the black night, for death can never get the chance to breathe
again once it has changed and become slave, bringing destruction wherever
it goes.
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