Will Cherico Writes!

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The darkness that the world had been pitched into was a truly hellish one. No sun. With another seven hours before the moons rose with the stars, Oldran had become a planet of darkness. A total silence blanketed the land, almost like the otherworldly calm of a town enjoying the refuge it’s collectively taken during a snowstorm. Svalbard was the first to act while Eirik and the others only stared into the sky in silence, mouth agape. The skald struck a chord on his lyre and muttered a few verses, and as the magic words filled the air, his instrument began to shine with a glowing blue light, creating a ring about thirty feet wide. Svalbard’s light illuminated the mountainside around them, letting Eirik see his group again. There were five of them, mercenaries sent from Ano Noss when the Nidhogg had made itself present in the sky. They had come out to the Mondon Mountain Pass where they saw the serpent swallow the low-hanging sun, the ball of light growing dimmer and dimmer as it passed through the thing’s body. Chunks of the Nidhogg had flaked off from the sheer heat of the star, falling like comets to the ground (the group had gaped when one slammed into the woods near them, rocking the mountains). Tonna, the leader of the group she called the Snow Wardens, let out a low whistle and spoke the first words anyone had said in a few minutes.

“We can’t move under these conditions.” There was another silence, and then a scoff pierced it as abruptly as a blade.

“Perceptive as always, Tonna.” It was Baug, the largest of the group. She was a hulking mass of black hair, clad in a pelt from a skinned bear. Sitting atop her shoulders were Diddiddit, the wild and unpredictable gnome that seemed to be inseparable from Baug. Eirik shivered under his thick coat. In just a matter of moments, his entire world had been reduced to a circle no larger than his immediate surroundings. Thick and messy trees on one side, a steep drop off the Mondon Mountains on the other. Both abruptly fell into nothingness where Svalbard’s light ended. Baug’s sarcastic interjection cast an uncomfortable silence over the already anxious group, and Eirik gazed numbly into Svalbard’s shining lyre. He found himself thinking stupidly mundane questions, How will the farmers know when to wake up now? and shook himself out of it. He looked to the other four Snow Wardens, and a dark spot danced in front of his vision where his eyes had narrowed on the light of the instrument. Finally his gaze fell on Tonna, the woman of twice his age that he had grown to trust to calm his fear since he was a young boy training to join the mercenaries.

“What do we do if we can’t keep moving?” Eirik asked. Tonna started a bit, as if she had forgotten she was the one in charge.

“I don’t think there’s much we can do.” The voice wasn’t Tonna’s. It was Svalbard’s. All eyes fell on him.

“There’s always something we can do,” Baug said, but Svalbard shook his head.

“I’ve heard songs, but never thought they were true. Stories to scare kids with at the very most.” He continued, “It’s the Nidhogg. It swallows the sun and signals the beginning of the end.”

Concept: A splatter-filled story about a pair of old friends who go hunting for the first time for their 60th birthday and are terrorized by a local legend.

Concept: A splatter-filled story about a pair of old friends go hunting for the first time for their 60th birthday and are terrorized by a local legend.