This is just something to start off with
IT was about to begin. The ring of heavily cowled men stood reverently still with their arms placed at their sides. High above, the pearly moon cast a soft luminence over those gathered in the clearing; firmly holding back the night's oppressive shadows. There was not a rustle in the still night air, nor even a whisper of expelled breath.
At the precise centre of the silent circle was a kneeling figure with his head bowed low. One could almost sense the agitation in his stillness, like a frightened animal ready to bolt. He was dressed in a simple grey woolen robe with its hood thrown back to expose a young, angular face. Dark black hair adorned the young man's head, glistening slightly in the moon's light and hanging down in front of the right half of his face, almost to the chin. His arms gripped the folds of his robe at the sides tighly, and a slight tigthening around his eyes revealed just how much strength he was exerting. It may not have been abject terror, but something was scaring him.
The quietude was broken, when a person in the ring lifted his hooded face to the sky. A hint of snowy white hair could be seen under the shadowed folds of an equally white hooded-robe. Suddenly a low note sounded from him, powered and projected by a resonant bass voice. Not long after, every member of the mysterious circle added their own voice to his, creating a minor chord of choral voices to pierce the silence of the night. They were oblivious to the young man on his knees, who had begun to shiver...
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IT was about to begin. The ring of heavily cowled men stood reverently still with their arms placed at their sides. High above, the pearly moon cast a soft luminence over those gathered in the clearing; firmly holding back the night's oppressive shadows. There was not a rustle in the still night air, nor even a whisper of expelled breath.
At the precise centre of the silent circle was a kneeling figure with his head bowed low. One could almost sense the agitation in his stillness, like a frightened animal ready to bolt. He was dressed in a simple grey woolen robe with its hood thrown back to expose a young, angular face. Dark black hair adorned the young man's head, glistening slightly in the moon's light and hanging down in front of the right half of his face, almost to the chin. His arms gripped the folds of his robe at the sides tighly, and a slight tigthening around his eyes revealed just how much strength he was exerting. It may not have been abject terror, but something was scaring him.
The quietude was broken, when a person in the ring lifted his hooded face to the sky. A hint of snowy white hair could be seen under the shadowed folds of an equally white hooded-robe. Suddenly a low note sounded from him, powered and projected by a resonant bass voice. Not long after, every member of the mysterious circle added their own voice to his, creating a minor chord of choral voices to pierce the silence of the night. They were oblivious to the young man on his knees, who had begun to shiver...
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To be continued...
