It was dark and not a noise could be heard. In the distance a cloud of light, smoke embraced with shadows was moving fast like explosion patterns. The cloud was coming closer. Adonis stood still, watching and studying the cloud as it approached him. As the cloud reached him, time slowed. In a split second, the cloud crashed against him like enharmonic waves against a cliff and nothing else could be seen, other than a blinding bright light. Then as the harsh light faded, Adonis could feel the physical strength and power draining from his very being as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him, like a campfire horror story once told long ago, a story that became extinct, lost and forgotten.

Adonis studied the unusual event carefully, as if it was supposed to provide him with a strategic point while his life
depended on the solution that must be delivered. Looking from the mountain, across the meadow to the forest, widely spread across the fields were countless Evalon Knights and Wraiths engaged in battle. Darkness crept over the mountains, lands and forests as dusk was settling in, it was almost dark. By the numerous bodies on the ground and the slow motion tiring fights between the Evalon Knights and Wraiths, this battle have been going on for a long time, days even.

Then in the distance, a bright yet fading, black cloud shaped as a dragon was standing on the mountaintop looking
down at the battle silently with a big smirk. Suddenly, a bright burning Phoenix appeared through the clouds, diving down at the dragon from above. The dragon acknowledged the approaching danger looking up with a deafening roar. The dragon jumped upwards colliding hard with the Phoenix. There was a moment where it seemed that the dense fire was burning the black smoke as the two unwarranted forces melted into each other as they fought. After a while of fierce violent fighting, the core of the two unwarranted forces connected, sending out a bright powerful light spread across the meadow flattening a few nearby standing Evalon Knights and Wraiths. The Phoenix fell to the ground, its fire flaring brightly for a moment, then died with smoke misting the meadow as the fires died slowly. Then after a while, all that remained were the ashes floating in the wind........

© 2011 by Natashja Singleton