User blog:Shieldmaiden/The Unsung

Prologue
Darkness. The once-bright land of Mossflower lay crushed under the Shadow oppressed upon it, a Shadow embodied in a fortress.

More specifically, the owner of said fortress.

She stood, black hood and cloak billowing about her in the strong wind. Her fur, too, was black as night. Around her neck hung a half-ring made of many twisting bands, braided, woven, and entwined in an elaborate pattern. Each band was a different metal. Gold, silver, electrum, steel, silver-steel, even a strand of iron-bright. The other half hung about the neck of the one creature that could possibly kill her. Her eyes were grey, grey as shadow, changing hues in different lights- here tinged with green, now flavored with violet, then flushed with cerulean. Now her grey eyes were poisonous dark with anger and hatred. She could feel an air of rebellion. It permeated the icy winter air, heating it through the cold.

Something was brewing. A revolution formed of helpless rage, regret, sadness, and failures.

A sneer crossed her evil face.

Let them try! Let them all try!

Let them all do their best to cleave Felis Silvestra, Shade of Salamandastron, from all she had worked so hard to gain, all she had slaughtered, murdered, and plotted to enclose in her ruthless paws.

A little chuckle slipped from her mouth.

She was almost sorry for them.

=Book One: Oath=