Devil's Daughter

Ruru

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Devil's Daughter


Well, this one is still very much ongoing...

Only chapter 1 done, chapter 2 is being written and the prologue.... barely 1/5 done x_x

Well, I still think it's worth sharing =3


Description

The wrong place at the wrong time. A war began with her present, a war she should not have been close to. Others safety before her own, she should never had seen sunlight in this age. But someone, something, woke her up and now chaos waits. What fate will the world face?

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Ruru

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Prologue

Part 1

The axe was lifted once more and fell towards the stone wall. It made contact with a crashing sound that echoed through the valley.

Cracks spread across the wall as the axe was removed and soon all that was left was pieces and crumbles.


Dust, sand and stones spread around their feet and bodies. With covered faces they waited until the dust and sand had calmed down and once again rested on the ground.


One of the men removed the cloth from his face.

“Finally, finally we found it!” he whispered. The six other men around him showed their faces as well and happiness mixed with anticipation showed.

“We need to hurry, we only have a few hours left before it happens,” one of the men said. Nodding in agreement they gathered their things and went through the hole.

The air inside was cold, a relief compared to the hot and dry air outside.

They followed the tunnel deeper and deeper into the unknown but they knew they were going deeper underground.

The walls around them were filled with symbols and drawings. Sometimes one or two stayed behind to examine before catching up with the others. Every single time someone stayed behind a note was made on what had been discovered. As they walked they muttered, all concerning the walls and the drawings.

It was clear the symbols and drawings were a kind of writing and that the group of men could read and understand it.

Time passed and after an unknown amount of time they reached a door. It was a big stone gate to be more exact and it was filled with the strange writing.

Dropping their backpacks and equipment on the ground the men stretched their backs.

They did not rest much before they unpacked notebooks, pens and brushes. Without hesitation they spread in front of the door and started to remove the dust covering it.

Slowly they revealed the patterns hiding under the sand that had gathered over the years. Once the whole gate was revealed they backed away from it and looked at the painting that covered this sealed door to the unknown.