Post by tiaramaki on Jul 21, 2008 12:17:32 GMT -5
The gray cloud released rain onto the grassy hills, and the area around it. The people of Huni sought shelter within their homes, leaving the streets empty, with no person in sight.
A hooded rider, dressed in white, stopped his horse on the hill, while listening to the rain fall heavily on the ground. The droplets pounded against his clothes, while a few hit the bottom part of his face, the only part exposed, and trailed from down his face, to his neck, and finally, at his torso, where the cloth of his clothes absorbed the water.
The rider turned his head up to the sky, for he could not see through his white hood. He felt his steed shake its head, either as a warning, or simply to shake rain off its mane.
The man balanced himself as he lifted up his arms. Silently, he spoke words. Not even his horse heard what escaped from the rider's rain-moistened lips.
Lowering his arms and holding the reins once again, he spoke three words that were audible:
"It's almost time."
The rider closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, taking in the cool air. Thoughts went into his mind: the events that were to come, the events that came before, and the events of the present.
But, he also thought of her. How could he reveal his true identity to her after this was over? Would she ever forgive him, or have a bitter taste of hatred of her mouth?
Sighing, the man spoke.
"Please, forgive me."
The rider turned his steed, and rode down and away from the hills.
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I think I can do better, but post your thoughts and comments here.
A hooded rider, dressed in white, stopped his horse on the hill, while listening to the rain fall heavily on the ground. The droplets pounded against his clothes, while a few hit the bottom part of his face, the only part exposed, and trailed from down his face, to his neck, and finally, at his torso, where the cloth of his clothes absorbed the water.
The rider turned his head up to the sky, for he could not see through his white hood. He felt his steed shake its head, either as a warning, or simply to shake rain off its mane.
The man balanced himself as he lifted up his arms. Silently, he spoke words. Not even his horse heard what escaped from the rider's rain-moistened lips.
Lowering his arms and holding the reins once again, he spoke three words that were audible:
"It's almost time."
The rider closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, taking in the cool air. Thoughts went into his mind: the events that were to come, the events that came before, and the events of the present.
But, he also thought of her. How could he reveal his true identity to her after this was over? Would she ever forgive him, or have a bitter taste of hatred of her mouth?
Sighing, the man spoke.
"Please, forgive me."
The rider turned his steed, and rode down and away from the hills.
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I think I can do better, but post your thoughts and comments here.
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