This is going to be a bi-weekly publication (hopefully) following a superhero/villain-type storyline. I will be updating twice a week, and readers are asked to post their ideas for what could/should happen next. I will be paying small amounts of CE to those who guess the next event correctly, or to those who give me good ideas. The prologue should be up within 10 minutes.
Enjoy, and as writers say "R&R (read and review) please!"
(10 years ago)
Thunder rippled across the dark Haven sky as cold, torrential rain poured down on the small settlement below. The small droplets of water trickled across the tops of the Spiral Knights' stone dwellings; some of the more weathered buildings admitted the small wet invaders into their damp insides. It was inside one of these houses that the knight Espira slept soundly; across the hall her brother, Tarance, snored loudly despite his small composition. At the end of the hall slept their parents, and at the foot of the winding staircase that led to their small apartment sat their pet snipe, Dogrock.
It was the thunder that kept the sleeping Knights from hearing the footsteps of the invader, from hearing the click of a loaded weapon, from hearing the creak of rusted hinges. It was the steady pitter-patter of the rain that masked the horrid thumps of bullets into armor and flesh, and it wasn't until the silent dawn that the screams- oh, the awful screams- could be heard across Haven.
Clues were gathered. A crime scene was created. Evidence was collected, and murder became the word throughout the streets of Haven. The killer, never found, was titled only one thing: the name of the weapon that was used at the scene.
The bullets were too obvious. The residue was a dead giveaway. And still he walked the streets of Haven, carrying the odd yet deadly weapon in his- or could it be a her?- belt.
They called him a murderer. They called him "Sentenza".