Naru’s Last Moments — An Excerpt

Prologue

Deep blue light was cast over all the rough rocks and sand of the sweeping desert plain, by a slowly setting blue sun. In that sunset desert, sunset, Fujairah sunrise, Fujairah sunset, beach sunrise, beach sunset, blue sunrise, blue sunsetthere stood an imposing figure, one with black smoky skin, the smoky texture of which seem to swirl around a dim red light. His eyes, as the build of this creature suggested it was male, were glowing yellow with in black slits for pupils.  Ragged grey hairs jutted from its ashen scalp in every direction, frayed and twisted with age.  Hidden just underneath this bird’s nest of hair were the points of two small horns barely jutting out from the creature’s head. Despite horns and these unusual features, he stood on two feet. From the creature’s back, long wavering shadows, like tattered cloth, waved in the wind from their mooring place on its shoulders.

In his cruel red claws, the creature held a grim black bow made of bone and the branches of some long dead tree. With its other hand, the creature reached for a quiver on its hip, selected a long black shaft with crimson feathers and a nasty looking barb on the tip, and knocked the arrow. He drew it to sight the target, and let fly.

Shadows Dance

by R.S. Jacobs

forest, trees, tall trees, glade

Two darted silently through the dark glade,
To escape death by Imperial blade.
They ran side by side in the pitch dark night.
They fought side by side in the rebel fight.
Neither spoke,
Neither paused,
Neither broke any laws.

Shadows dance at the sight of them,
And the bright moon sings on a whim.
Shadows dance at the sight of them,
And the bright moon sings on a whim.

When daylight came, then all would be right,
But they would not hope until first light.
Even these two would at some time tire,
So they came to rest on a rocky spire.
Neither spoke
As they paused.
Condemned by all laws.

Shadows dance at the sight of them,
And the bright moon sings on a whim.
Shadows dance at the sight of them,
And the bright moon sings on a whim.

bird, white bird, dove, bird on groundNight drew on far too long; they were found.
The Empire came; their fates were bound.
The two figures knew they had to part.
Fair took wing, and was off like a dart.
Beast took paw, as the two moved apart.

tiger, cub, tiger cub, tiger looking through window

Light dances at the sight of them,
And the bright sun shines down on them.
Wing and paw moved their ways,
To be reunited in later days.