Post by vesica on Oct 29, 2010 3:44:58 GMT -5
I don't know if anyone still comes around this site, but I'll leave this here just in case. This will be apart of Season Three possible story-arc. If anyone is around to read this, give me some feedback on this teaser and I'll go from there.
A lone figure sat in a darkened room, lit only by candles. At a table he was sat at was a single stack of papers, as of yet blank A black pen was in his hand, however his concern wasn’t the papers, the pen or the light. His attention was drawn to the two figures in front of him. Their heads were down, shame and fear stricken on them.
“So the Puppet Master failed.”The man’s voice was nothing but a whisper, much like death.
One of the two figures, a teenage girl looked up. “Would we be back had we not been?” She snapped. The man gave her nothing but a glance and all the courage she had gained was stricken from her.
“My dear Violet... your quarrel is not with me... it’s with Cally I would think, she is the reason you are in this world... not I.”The man’s reply was still nothing more than a whisper, however the power emanating from his tones echoed volumes. The second of the two figures before him looked up, he a teenage boy.
“Master you swore we would be free. You swore that this time your writing would give us freedom, so far you’ve been nothing but right... for the most part.”
The dark figure still sitting observed now the male now. His gaze pierced him, causing the second, like his predecessor to lose his voice and look back down.
“I realize this Blaze, however as we’ve witnessed is some cases their will is stronger than even my prediction, even from one as powerful as myself... however the next time perhaps I think will finally be your time to escape.” The dark figure said his gaze now drawn back to his pages.
Blaze and Violet looked up in perfect sync, their eyes widening slightly, hope begin to rise yet again.
“Are you certain Master?”Violet asked, her voice hesitant to feel the wrath of the mysterious figure again.
It was truly impossible to tell the dark figure’s facial expression as it was veiled in shadow; however his tone of voice seemed confident.
“Do you truly think they could call me the Dark Oracle if I wasn’t?"...
A lone figure sat in a darkened room, lit only by candles. At a table he was sat at was a single stack of papers, as of yet blank A black pen was in his hand, however his concern wasn’t the papers, the pen or the light. His attention was drawn to the two figures in front of him. Their heads were down, shame and fear stricken on them.
“So the Puppet Master failed.”The man’s voice was nothing but a whisper, much like death.
One of the two figures, a teenage girl looked up. “Would we be back had we not been?” She snapped. The man gave her nothing but a glance and all the courage she had gained was stricken from her.
“My dear Violet... your quarrel is not with me... it’s with Cally I would think, she is the reason you are in this world... not I.”The man’s reply was still nothing more than a whisper, however the power emanating from his tones echoed volumes. The second of the two figures before him looked up, he a teenage boy.
“Master you swore we would be free. You swore that this time your writing would give us freedom, so far you’ve been nothing but right... for the most part.”
The dark figure still sitting observed now the male now. His gaze pierced him, causing the second, like his predecessor to lose his voice and look back down.
“I realize this Blaze, however as we’ve witnessed is some cases their will is stronger than even my prediction, even from one as powerful as myself... however the next time perhaps I think will finally be your time to escape.” The dark figure said his gaze now drawn back to his pages.
Blaze and Violet looked up in perfect sync, their eyes widening slightly, hope begin to rise yet again.
“Are you certain Master?”Violet asked, her voice hesitant to feel the wrath of the mysterious figure again.
It was truly impossible to tell the dark figure’s facial expression as it was veiled in shadow; however his tone of voice seemed confident.
“Do you truly think they could call me the Dark Oracle if I wasn’t?"...
, I wish I had a slightly bigger audience to protray this to however, I'm thinking of publishing it on FanFiction.net see the responses I can get there.
, I think he'll be more of on the good side now however.