It was dark, and all to quiet. A wave of golden Ember touched the very horizon of the skies. This was the only time of day "Sacred Hallows" seemed to be a normal average village. The skies weren't a crystal sapphire, swirled with a thin gold dust. The grass wasn't a lush emerald paradise of wild flowers, and insects. No, when the large full moon, shining it's melodious purple glow our village's magic was drained from us, and the nature around us. In legends, they say we have a purple moon because each night the moon would steal away our magic, returning it when the sun rises above the land. But tonight was different, something felt off. I walked alone, down my usual path to get to my shop. My footsteps echoed around me as I walked down the stone trail, and finally as I approached the door I paused hearing a low creak from the other end of the door. Slowly I pushed the door open, my hand inching towards the sword, attached securely to my belt. It wasn't uncommon for a village drunk to stumble they're way into my shop. The door was never locked, I couldn't yet afford one, even with the pocket of coins my 'dear' queen paid me each month for suppling her royal guards with the best weapons in the kingdom. As I walked into my shop I glanced around, trying to spot were the noise was coming from. A cool breeze bit at my cheeks as I walked deeper inside. The noise sounded again and I quickly turned to see two big red orbs glaring back at me. In alarm I stumbled back, pulling my sword out in warning as I watched as the creature turned out to be an owl. The red eyes.. They couldn't be back could they.. The owl stayed silent, watching me. I stayed tense, watching for the slightly fraction of a move. The red eyes, was the sign of Satan's children, known as the Omegas. Wicked beasts they were, polluting our worlds with evil, dark magic, and danger. Long ago our ancestors had killed every last omega in the village, if it was human, animal, or any magical creature and had the blood red eyes of the demons, it was killed. Could they have missed one? Letting even one Omega live is dooming not only the whole village, but the whole world. What was the beast doing in my shop? I raised my sword, a glare touching my eyes as I stared back in those blood red eyes. "Die." I demanded, and went to swing down, severing the creature in half, but was stopped as the owl shrieked. And suddenly flashes of pink, and electric blues filled my vision. I gasped sitting upright in my bed. I was no longer standing in my shop facing the owl. It had just been a dream... Or had it been a warning? Bump?
Chapter 2 "Salrion, are ye open?" A cheery yet familiar voice called out from the shop part of my house. No time to worry about the dream now, I had a business to run. Quickly I got up out of my bed throwing a shirt on. "I'll be right there." I called back, smoothing my hair back from my face. After I was sure I at the very least looked decent for public eye. My room was small, it only held room for my bed, a small desk to put my candle on, and a slightly larger desk to put what little clothes I had in. Beyond my bedroom door was my shop, it held nothing but the tons if swords and weapons I had made, for anyone to buy. My shop is the only thing that was keeping me from losing my house. I walked out of my room briskly, and over to those familiar purple eyes. Opal. "Good morning Ms. Fisher, what can I do for you?" I asked politely. As if I didn't already know. Opal gingerly touched her long black hair, pulled back in her usual ponytails. "Just stopped by to pay off the last of fee, the sword you made was beautiful, a true work of art." She smiled holding her hands out with a grateful smile. "I'm glad you liked it." I said with a nod. She nodded as well, and turned for the door. "Have a good morning to you." She said, and left with a whistle. I sighed walking back in through the door to my bedroom. This morning was doomed to be horrible, there was no possibility if a good day today. That dream had shaken me up more then I was willing to admit. If an Omega was still around here the village, no, the entire world, would be in danger. This dream.. Was an omen.. Plus to top it all off, I had to deal with the Queen today. She 'required' a hundred brand new swords for her guards, even when I had just made them swords a month prior. It took four long months of work to make all those swords, it was hard, tiring work that the queen would never understand. I walked to the little, dusty old box, sitting on my desk. It was the only thing I had left of my family. It had been in the family of centuries, and now being the only Greyson left, I had it. I keep the money I earned in that box, soon enough I would be able to avoid a nicer house, and a nicer shop. I opened the lid a bit to dump the little bag of coins in, and closed it. Pulling in a deep breath I walked back out through the shop, going to my bow laying up against the wall, and grabbing it, along with a few arrows. It was a pretty long way to the castle, and I'm sure to run into some wild game on the way there. I was planning on taking as much time as possible to get there, I was in no rush to get there. Bump?