The Past never Dies

[Black Knight/Shadow]

The Black Knight rode threw the country side, the sky was dark & the sound of thunder could be heard. He stopped & got off before pulling out two cloaks that, both had a spell on them to keep the rider warm & dry.

He placed the one big one over his horse & over his saddle, to keep as much of his horse dry as he can. He then put his own on, before getting back into his saddle & rode on.

A short time later, the clouds opened up & it started to rain. Leaving the horse & rider almost nothing but two shadows in the darkness of the night

[Black Knight/Shadow]

Quite as a ghost a figuer fallowed, moving like a shadow with in the night. He had fianly found the one he had come back to find, to setale what had been started some many years ago.

The figuers name was shadow hunter & for good reason. For he was like a shadow when huning his prey, his prey never heard him tell it was to late. But he would not strick yet, he would wait for the right moment to do so. For after all there was no reason to rush, what he had been waiting for, for so long.

[Black Knight/Shadow]

The Black Knight did not appear to notice the shadow that fallowed him or perhaps he was only, letting the one that fallowed think that he did not know his was there. The Black Knight continued to ride, the rain not getting any better as he rode & he was thankful for his cloak. It keeping him warm & dry, so he could continue for along time with out stopping if he wished.

[aryn007]

Still the Shadow Hunter stalked his prey. An expert at killing, he was not inclined to make itself known just yet. He had trained for years in the arts of speed and cunning, mastering the skill of moving with the very shadows of the earth. Even wet, in the pouring rain, he could slink effortlessly behind, biding his time for the right moment to strike.

Upon his back were his strapped his duel swords, light and easily carried. Soon, very soon now the Black Knight would have to make camp. They were just far enough from civilization that the crys of a dying knight would not be heard or noticed. His body would be partially consumed by the creatures that crawl on the belly of the earth by the time it was discovered by a passerby.

[Black Knight/Shadow]

The uneasiness only returned as he rode, only confirming what he already since. He was been fallowed, but there was nothing knew in this. But the presents of the person that was with in this shadows, was a presents he had not felt in many year. In a time when the black knight, had yet to be born. A time when the knight, had taken a name that had struck fear in to the hearts of all that heard it.

He had been the best at what he did, in his past. But one can only go so far when asked to do certain deeds, some request he turned down. Not because he could not do them, but because he wished to keep his honor.color

[darkeningdream]

Ashlee was sat in a tree covered by the shadows. Her cloak over her body and head, her eyes shining in the moonlight like the depths of the ocean. She kept still and moved only when the tree moved. From a distance you couldnt tell she was there, she was like a statue. She had come out on that night to practice her skills more as she had not been in the forrest for a while, till she heard a noise. Sot his is how she came to be on this tree. Sitting...waiting. She did not know what the presence was but her magical pwers told her that it kept amongst the shadows and was after something...
"No" she thought "A...a person"
She thought about it being in the shadows and thought of the similaritys it had with her. She kept there silent waiting to see what wouod happen

[Black Knight/Shadow]

The Black Knight continued on, but he knew he would need to stop soon. If not to cheek to give his horse, a breather. And allow his cloak to be come less heavy, then it already was. He would continue for a bit longer, tell he could find some shelter for a short time.