"Good job!", said a gloating voice from the dark.
"But it wasn’t enough, you’re coming back. Now."
The figure took a step back and turned it’s hooded head slightly towards the river. Then it raised it’s hands in a conciliatory gesture.
"Perhaps, but maybe you should take a look at this first.”
The arm moved so quickly it looked like a blur, as it slammed something into the ground.
There was a blinding flash of ligh. It shattered wall of darkness shattered and dispelled the black gloom. When the moon shone again on the rooftops, the figure was gone.
The Sun rose steadily over the horizon, slowly enveloping the world with it's light. It started slowly, casting shadows over the green plains, and just started touching the hilltops that were scattered across the countryside.
It moved slowly as the line of light spread, climbing over the hills and illuminating the shadows, chasing them away as they retreated back to the night. It shone across the fields of grass, making them shine with the morning dew.
The sunlight reached a city, or more accurately, the city’s walls. They rose high across the landscape, built out of greying smooth stones of blocks but damaged by the elements with moss clinging to it, giving the wall a well aged appearance.
The light shone on the massive portcullis that was suspended above a large archway set in the wall, and crept up the dirt track below, leading to the smoother stones that lined the roads of the city.
The light climbed up the wall, and as it reached over it, it brought the city into the daylight, illuminating it, banishing shadows.
Then, the bells rang out.
A cacophony of noises hurtled around the city. The sheer number of bells vibrating made it fell like a small earthquake. They were hung all over the city, and the largest of which was in the two clock towers in the center that cast it’s shadow over the whole city. The sound echoed through the streets and alleyways, streaming through the buildings and reaching everywhere.
The day had started in Arcor, the port city of trade.
The bells died down after a while, a faint tinkling of the smaller, and less noticeable ones could still be heard in the distance, but the main event was over, and the city became alive.
"But it wasn’t enough, you’re coming back. Now."
The figure took a step back and turned it’s hooded head slightly towards the river. Then it raised it’s hands in a conciliatory gesture.
"Perhaps, but maybe you should take a look at this first.”
The arm moved so quickly it looked like a blur, as it slammed something into the ground.
There was a blinding flash of ligh. It shattered wall of darkness shattered and dispelled the black gloom. When the moon shone again on the rooftops, the figure was gone.
The Sun rose steadily over the horizon, slowly enveloping the world with it's light. It started slowly, casting shadows over the green plains, and just started touching the hilltops that were scattered across the countryside.
It moved slowly as the line of light spread, climbing over the hills and illuminating the shadows, chasing them away as they retreated back to the night. It shone across the fields of grass, making them shine with the morning dew.
The sunlight reached a city, or more accurately, the city’s walls. They rose high across the landscape, built out of greying smooth stones of blocks but damaged by the elements with moss clinging to it, giving the wall a well aged appearance.
The light shone on the massive portcullis that was suspended above a large archway set in the wall, and crept up the dirt track below, leading to the smoother stones that lined the roads of the city.
The light climbed up the wall, and as it reached over it, it brought the city into the daylight, illuminating it, banishing shadows.
Then, the bells rang out.
A cacophony of noises hurtled around the city. The sheer number of bells vibrating made it fell like a small earthquake. They were hung all over the city, and the largest of which was in the two clock towers in the center that cast it’s shadow over the whole city. The sound echoed through the streets and alleyways, streaming through the buildings and reaching everywhere.
The day had started in Arcor, the port city of trade.
The bells died down after a while, a faint tinkling of the smaller, and less noticeable ones could still be heard in the distance, but the main event was over, and the city became alive.
