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Amo_Angelus
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04-07-2008, 10:00 PM
Even though the world was still young and fresh, there were still ancient mysteries that descended back into the mists of time. Their stories so old, that they had died long before people thought to record them. One of these ancient mysteries lay at the top of the Everto hill. Hidden by the wild roses stood a marble mount, holding a stone statue of a kneeling woman, her long hair falling in front of her face and large bat like wings closing around her, almost defensively, caught mid movement. This statue had given the hill it's name Everto, although it was a mystery as to why.
Soon that mystery would be revealed. At high noon the sun began to fade. The daylight waned and the moon began its journey across the sky. A total eclipse, turning daytime into night. At the base of the hill, the townsfolk began to panic as fear creeped into their hearts. What magic would block out the sun? Evil magic was their only answer.
Then slowly, the statue began to change. The stone wing no longer appeared grey, but an ebony colour began to appear. Slowly the colour began to spread across the statue. Most tiny cracks smoothed out into flesh, but the deep ones turned to blood. The amazingly detailed stone hair became black and silky as the wind took a hold of it. The tunic became cream, then moved as the statue took breath for the first time in who knows how long. Yet still the eyes remained closed as the stone continued to retreat and return to flesh.
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