So I figured I would try participating in the Weekend Writing Warriors. I’ll post an eight sentence snippet from the last chapter of a fantasy story I’m working on. It has a complicated back-story, but I’ll give you the bare bones. Zack and Cloud were trapped in a mad scientist’s lab for several years, they broke out, and are being hunted down. They were both in the military prior to their enslavement. And Cloud is in a comatose like state, so Zack is dragging him around the world hoping he’ll wake up. Zack is trying to get back to Midgar because that’s where his girlfriend lives, and she has no idea what happened to him.
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The night was veiled in darkness, falling down around them like a burial shroud, nearly suffocating in its intensity. Zack focused on the sliver of moon in the sky, pale as milk glass, hiding among the clouds. He took deep breaths, counting the seconds between, as if he had forgotten how to breathe.
Years ago Angeal lectured him about finding the light from within, but he brushed it off as the ramblings of an overzealous mentor. Making his way through the darkness, he realized that without a torch to guide him he would never make it to Midgar. The fire within him flickered, but it was a mere candlelight compared to the one that burned in Cloud, an all-consuming blaze that threatened to destroy him and the world if he didn’t learn how to control it. It brought to mind another man, Sephiroth, a former SOLDIER and friend that unleashed his hate against the world in a fiery inferno.
Even now the memory of it felt surreal, as if it was a nightmare, something too horrific to actually be real.
I don’t know if this makes any sense :$ If I did something wrong, please let me know.