Sneak Peak!: Silver.

In this city of stone, in this city where the creations of man touch the sky. In this metropolis, where the humans know no bounderies to further themselves, but the cost to the world is not seen. In this Falcon City, cultural center of the country of Aves, and possibly the world, there is war. No war like man has ever seen. No war that any man would be able to fight. A war that reaches into the metaphorical underground of the city. A war between those closer to gods than we know. A war between Werewolves, and Vampires. And a new, and tide turning piece is about to enter this war.

Date: Monday, June 8th, 2009.
Time: 1:18 AM.
Location: Unknown.

Where am I! Thought Nicholas as he pushed his way through brambles, and over growth. A damp foggy air surrounded him every way he looked. The trees seemed to be extremely old, as their branches barred the way to the sky, leaving Nicholas without any knowledge of direction. All he knew was that he was heading forwards, and until he found out where he was, that would need to be enough. "HELP!" he cried, once more, as his voice became rougher each time he yelled. "SOMEBODY PLEASE! I'M LOST!" his call raspy. He coughed into his sleve. "I need to find some water." he muttered.

Nicholas slowed his pace slightly. He was very tired. It felt like he had been wandering for hours, but he could only remember the last few minutes of walking. He staggered with exhaustion, wondering if he would ever find his way home. Come on Nick. You'll never make it if you don't try. And if you try your hardest, I have no doubt in my mind you'll find your way. "Oh how delightful." Coughed Nicholas. "Now I'm halucinating." he continued, his voice cracking. His mother's voice still rang in his ear. Come on now Nick! You can do it! she continued. Nicholas snorted. With exhaustion weghing down, his foot steps became uneven, and Nicholas fell to the damp earth. The wetness seeped through his clothes, and drenched them. He tried to struggle up, but he fell once more. There was a tree not far away, so he began to haul himself towards it. The sharp rocks and twigs tore at him, and left him with cuts. He tried to wail in pain, but no sound came from his mouth, with his toungue as dry as a desert. He came to the tree, and began to claw at the bark, hoisting himself up. He looked down on his body to see the damage. He had cuts speckling his chest and legs, some oozing crimson blood. Nicholas balanced himself on a tree and looked for some exit.

As he looked he saw a clearing, and even better, from that clearing he heard rushing water. "Finally." his voice came out so soft it was almost inaudible. He staggered from tree to tree, pushing himself towards the clearing, and the stream. It was so close he could almost feel the cool soothing water roll down his throat. He panted, but a smile remained on his face. As he came out of the clearing he practically fell over to the stream, and started drinking handfulls of water.He was in the middle of drinking when he heard something moving through the undergroath. He looked up from his hands to stare into golden eyes. A growl rumbling from the throat of the black beast in front of him. "Wolf." said Nicholas under his breath and jumped backwards. He landed on his bottom, and started to crawl backwards, constantly muttering "No no no no no..." The great black wolf continued forwards, until he hit something behind him. He craned his head upwards to see yet another wolf, smaller than the first but huge in size. He had a bright orange pelt. Nicholas looked around and saw that the wolves were surrounding the clearing. The black wolf stepped back and joined the circle, as did the orange pelted wolf. Nicholas staggered for the center of the clearing. "HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" he cried out. The wolves circled him, each of their eyes filled with hatred. Nicholas waited, and the wolves circled. It felt as if time was standing still. As if they he had spent years waiting. And then, in a flash, all of the wolves turned and lunged at Nicholas.

Nicholas closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was far above the ground. He heard yowls of anger from the wolves, but their voices were slipping away. He opened his eyes, and looked down. He saw the clearing falling, but he stayed where he was. No, the clearing wasn't moving, he was! He looked up and saw a giant bat carrying him away. And for some reason, he felt no threat from the bat. He felt, safe. For once, since he entered found himself in the dark forest he felt a ease.

(More to come soon!)