Post by kayancross on Apr 18, 2015 9:15:59 GMT
The Shadowlands
Cold, dark, misty, purple and black it was. The outside soil was burnt and black. The backdrop of this mysterious place was purple with a fading color of darkness. A fence, one that was huge in comparison to any regular gate, seemed too stretched for miles… In the middle of this dark and paranormal place lay a huge two door gate. The gate had a calligraphy outline and would lead down to be followed by twelve bars in the middle of the gate. The width of the gate was the size of an eighteen wheeler and consist of a length being the size of two medium sized houses stacked on top of each other. The door had scratches and bents on the cold clean bars that lead to the shadowlands. A dragon head was formed inside the middle of the gate. The dragon head dent would be pushed by another dragon head and it would allow access to this lonely and crazy place. With access being granted, stepping inside of the place having cold winds blow through the hairs and bristles of its visitors, would then be greeted by two spirit guardians, one being a human guardian, and the other being a dragon guardian. The sight of what visitors walking into wouldn’t be so happy. It was darker and colder, the mist started to arise and you would be slowly driven crazy. The shadowlands consisted of nothing but an empty land in the front, but as you went deeper in the place things would change. People’s screams weren’t so far away from the ear of a living soul. The claws of the shadows that lived there would creep on the backs of the walking. Slithers of shadows and spirits would grow rapid. Every cold step on the black charcoal ground would be like one more step to losing your complete mind. The further you went into the place, would welcome you to the reality of things and many buildings would start to appear. Many souls and spirits would appear clear to you. Their facial features would show misery and strife. The outskirts of this mystery crazy town was depressing as a sight. The families that lived there had the same change of clothes. Usually wearing a white robe that had been ripped or the girls would wear a dress. Children would sit lonesome by the torn houses and families sat on the porches of broken down houses. Windows had been broken… Fires had been burning… No one cared… It’s as if they wanted the fire to be there, as if it was their only fun. The fire with a coat of darkness, which gave sign to other colors as everything else was white, black, and purple. Some spirits roamed the streets and continues to mope around aimlessly. Walking a straight road, at the end of the road you were halted by a few soldiers. Another gate, the same as before was placed among the shadowland’s town. A huge head was placed in the middle of this gate and was huge in comparison to the other dragon dent. This gate would lead to the shadow palace. Upon opening the gates to the shadow palace a road had to be taken. It was a long road, and the outcast of the shadow palace roamed around. Their spirits had no certain form and was just as a floating head with a poorly etched face. They would pop out and try to scare you at times but others would sit and cry in corners. Upon walking further, a huge city would appear before your eyes. This city was different… It was more so crazier and violent. The shadow city was too perfect to be sold so. Taking a step the blood would rush to the visitors head, he or she would sweat bullets and continue to try and fight back their mentality. The houses would then glitch in and out. Each time doing so it would revert to an old abandoned town that would be covered in crimson red streaks. The children that played in the ever so nice city now laid dead and some unconscious. The parents being the one with the knives and the ones that would knock them out senselessly. Fires raged in the background and many black butterflies flew around which resembled the sign of death in the air. The image would revert back and forth to the peacefully civilization and the terrible terrors of the constant death of children and adults around the air. The filling unknown but also known sorrow would dense the air with guilt and uncontrollable sadness. Deeply filling the mind with doubt and disbelief. Heartache and numbness of the soul, ever so deep trembling mind set and a horrid thought of which one was real. Unable to walk the visitors would have to get carried by Royal Guard to the palace of shadows, having the guards hold his or her head up. Forcing them to lose their minds ever so more. The further there mindset would go the deeper their souls wished for death upon contact. Many of the faded memories would begin to come and stumble upon the person’s imagination. The deep tales of the man or woman’s wrong doings would emerge from utter sadness and depression. Following a straight trail to the shadow palace, with the nerves of the person gone wild and out of control he or she was put into a control center. They lied there before stepping foot in the grand court yard. Once becoming purified of terror the man or woman would be shaken, eyes wide open they would look to the right to see the guard. A small dragon that was 13 feet tall and had markings on the side of its face. The bubble around the person would then lift up and the guard would lead the man further down the road. The grand courtyard, a wide and vast place. It had the only greenery in the whole place of the shadowlands. The entrance was guarded by a circling group of 10 soldiers and a restless knight. They were all pushed together, arm and arm they stood at the gate. The two dragons that led the person to the kingdom would then bow and the soldiers, along with the restless knight would unchain and break free, letting the person inside. Once inside, being greeted with a stunning female druid the mind of the traveler would keep calm at times. The steady healing druid would wear a special cap that kept her own mentality in good hands and would never die off inside of the kingdom. To the left was grass greener than green itself. A huge statue of king Leonidas was standing. Mighty and tall, it was not chipped at all, and a young boy statue stood in front of it with a sword that seemed like it was glowing. It had a shine to it as well but the boy looked as if he was going to slice down his own father as so the story states on the statue. A man that was blurred was also centered in front of the statues but he wasn’t one. He then looked to the right and he seen the visitor. The man melted into the ground and he slithered over to the other side. Looking at the other side was different than what it was from Leonidas. This side was darker… The grass was no more and the ground was pure black. It was a statue of King Leorik, and he had 3 other travelers on his back. All 3 travelers had been unconscious and they had bruises and burns and scratches all over. One of the children looked like the children from the other statue on the other side with the green grass. His shirt was torn off and he had scars that looked like shadows on his chest. The sword he held up to the skies was now held down to the grounds, clutched tight by the child’s hand as he sat there in stone. The man that was staring at the statue then looked to the side and he put his head down. He then turned back to the statue and sat down on the charcoal ground and looked back up one time at the statue. He then dispersed into shadows and then sunk into the ground. The dispersed shadows whispered “Kayan…” in a low voice. The man then turned to the palace doors and seen the huge black wood door. The palace was huge and was like a caste, some wondered why it was called palace… Maybe because it fit the name more, or maybe because of the history in castles that was there at the time. The gate was surrounded by black brick walls and a 4 story window set that had no glass, but were just openings. The doors creaked open and as they walked inside, the feel of sorrow and guilt arose. It was a creepy and scary scene. At the same time it wasn’t scary at all. The only thing the house was meant to be was dark, which it was very much so. Looking down the visitor would notice the blood red carpet and a beyond the carpets side was floor that looked as if it was covered in shadows. The shadows resembled the best spirits that lived inside the shadow palace. It was also rumored that the shadows resembled that of the owner’s friends. If one person was to step on the shadows, and it was not the master, the shadow would engulf the person whole no matter now big. It was best to stay on the carpet as if your life depended on it, because it did... The floor would resemble that of a strip of the wall at the end of the hall. A huge strip that looked like creeping shadows would flow inside of one huge door. Looking up and to the left being greeted with a stair case that spiraled with a black railing and led to a second floor balcony. Looking down the balcony hall the names and dates of the kings that once ruled the land and their pictures were placed on the wall. The dates they died, and the years they served were on the bottom of their pictures. The balcony hall was decorated with gold side walls and black decorations that went all around the pictures, the decorations looking as if they were streamers. The pillars that held the balcony together was designed with the same black brick that was on the outside wall. Halfway through the balcony another stair case that held shadow transportation was present. It was as if the shadows wanted to see the history of the kings as well. The balcony led off into the darkness and hit a hard left to other places. Supposed rooms were hidden in the darkness of the sharp left. To the right of the palace was white. The stair case would lead up and a black carpet was placed on top of the white stairs. The stair case was spiraled as the other one and also had a black railing. The white stairs led to a white balcony floor with the black rug stretching all the way to the back which then hit a hard left. The black railing would entwine with a black pillar as the other balcony. The balcony hall was also decorated with people. These people resembled that of the current elders. A row of eight pictures aligned the wall. Each stating the names and their class. Also under the class would be the rulings of the clans they ruled. In the middle of the huge hallway was a big picture that was able to be read from a far distance. The name was InidLyl… Her class was ripped off of the picture and also her class that she ruled under. A huge red “X” was placed on the front of the detailed picture of this person. The red was blood stained and you could smell if from a ways down the stairs of the balcony. Above the picture in the wall was another blood stained writing, this time it stated the words “Traitor” above them. The chills of what happened to that man was unheard of. Studying the palace closely, looking ahead visitors would then be led to the huge door slowly. The huge strip on the wall would become clear and was shown as a huge spirit highway. These spirits were pure white instead of dark like shadows. These shown purity and humanity inside the souls of the spirits. Looking ahead the door would open and following the knights that led the person through, a huge dark place for the king become present to the eyes of the visitor. The floor was used as the dark black material that was used on the wall outside, but this floor was just a little bit darker. The carpet was purple instead of white, black or red. The pillars remained the colors purple and black. Both entwining together to look as if two things combining together. The throne was pure black with the top of the seat being gold and the bottom of the seat being purple. The streak of spirits that ran throughout the grand door was now gone. Actual spirits roamed inside of the Shadow Kings lair. They didn’t acknowledge the visitor as if he wasn’t there, but some would wonder why he would freak out when he got inside of this room. The spirits went on with their duties and work. A shadow that was centered above the king’s chair would then speak. “Who goes?” He said with a deep but smooth voice. The visitor would reply with their name and their reasoning for being there. The shadow would then shift left and right, thus coming down from the wall and slithering ever so swiftly through the side walls and coming to the door. The shadow would then ripple, a hand extended out. A dark glove with a skeletal hand on the top of the glove was present. The shadow then rippled again and a head popped out. The dark hair of this character would appear. He had black hair with purple tips and wolf ears that appeared at the top of his head, the ears being pierced. The man’s face was dark, his eyes showing the only sign of purple on his face you could see not including the hair. Down below would lead to his mouth and nose which was covered by two mask. The mask had teeth that was closed and the other had teeth that would rip open. These mask were the mask of closing and the mask of opening. The mask of closing would close the portal to the spirit world which would contain his friends and some family. The mask of opening would do the opposite and allowed his friends and family to aid him in need. The man would extend out of the shadow and his chest and waist became visible. He wore a black and purple jacket. The hood being purple and the chest of the jacket being black with the bottom stripe being purple. The strings of the jacket would flop as the power of the shadow would pulse and the whole body of the man would fly out revealing the rest of his body. He was a tall man. Over six feet, he was a skyscraper and a scary one at that. Looking down his pants was black. Skull hands as like the ones on his gloves were placed on both sides of the zipper and were sideways. The kneecaps of the man’s pants were ripped open and the lace of his pants was just ripped on one side. His shoes were black with white crosses on them that looked as if they blinked in and out of reality.
The man then looked the visitor up and down. He would stare into the soul of the man and extend his hand.
“My name is Kayan Cross, the king of this palace.” He said with a deep voice as he stood there with a dark depressing stare…