Dawn of The Cliffraiders
Chapter One
Chapter One
He sat pensively underneath a purple sky while an amber light settled on the horizon before him. His bare feet dangled off the insurmountable cliff face, whilst golden sand blew against his black thermal track-suit pants and down the vertical embankment. His eyes were heavily set on the wasteland below, which was barely visible at a hundred stories. His posture was hunched under the weight of his thoughts. Golden stains were tattooed onto his white vest, the last few days have been rougher then usual. He swung his right foot back sending little golden rocks cascading to the wasteland below. The lower ground was a deserted death trap. It appeared dry, hard, desolate and abused, life down there seemed impossible.
A light breeze ruffled the back of his dark hair, causing his blue eyes to widen. Normally it would have caused him to stir, this time it didn’t. “James, leave me alone.” His gaze still focused on the land below his feet. A grin crept along James’s blood flushed face, his messy auburn hair gave an extra edge to his natural cockiness. “Are you sulking again Ethan? You spend too much time thinking and not enjoying this place. You need to live a little man!” James then tossed his hand into the air in a sign of frustration. “You wouldn’t understand.” Ethan said as he turned his head to the side, refusing to make eye contact with James. “Look I am not sulking. I am thinking if you must know. There are so many things you never take into consideration.” James gave Ethan’s back a stern look. “Whatever man. Just make it back some time this evening ok. We are all starting to get tired of this.” Ethan exhaled heavily then turned his attention to the horizon.
In a huff James walked off, towards a fire flickering brightly in the distance shadowed by a wall of palm trees. Hoofing the golden sand with every second step he took. Behind him, Ethan heard James speaking to someone. “He always does this. He’s so depressive and way too sensitive!” James’s intent for Ethan to overhear couldn’t have been more blatant. Ethan’s ear twitched, but he refused the bait and continued to stare down. Soon after, Ethan heard footsteps approach him. From what he could tell the individual was light. He barely felt the ground being affected by their footsteps. The persons’ presence compelled him to look to his right. He saw the sandals she had fashioned out of earth, wood and vines. “Hey Thalia.” He said in a monotonous voice. She took her sandals off and placed herself next to him. “It’s always better barefoot isn’t it?” Her cut-off jeans hit the sand delicately, so delicately that it didn’t even cause the sand granules to stir. A smirk appeared on Ethan’s face. “I see today was a good day for you.” He said in a happier tone. “It was um… Eventful is a good word.” Her storm-grey eyes fixated on the now darker indigo coloured sky. “Yea, eventful is the word.” Her raven hair danced lightly as her gaze turned to him. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was in a softer key, which sounded more like a plea than a question. Ethan exhaled heavily. “Do you think they will find us T?” Ethan gripped his snow resistant thermal track-suite pants until his knuckles became white. “I hope they do. There is definitely a search team out looking for us, so there is a chance we will be found.” “But T, you can’t just go digging around Mount Everest. The possibility of them actually getting here is almost impossible.” He said sounding exhausted from thinking too much. Thalia smiled then angled her body towards the horizon and said “Yea I guess you are right, just like the possibility of us being here right now is. I forgot how you know everything. You should be teaching us The Way of Life not BoJack.” Feeling his depression being replaced for embarrassment, he then laughed stupidly at himself. “You’re totally right. Even if they don’t find us we could probably use The Way of Life to get out of here. I really don’t know why I’m in such a hurry. Hmm speaking of Bojack I wonder what he has made for us tonight.” Ethan began to rise his feet, dusting himself off, then offered an open hand to Thalia. She took it with a light grip, rose to her feet very delicately and slipped her feet into her sandals. “I hope it’s that stew, he made a few nights ago.” He said realising that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. They began to walk towards the fire glowing a few meters ahead behind the wall of palm trees.
“Don’t you feel cold in those shorts of yours?” Ethan joked at Thalia. “Don’t you get warm running around in those pants?” Thalia jested back. Ethan smirked, laughed a little then replied. “Well, I don’t always run around you know.” Thalia smiled in agreement then continued with the conversation. “Hey you missed out, earlier today James stayed under for fifteen minutes then he managed to..” Ethan interrupted “Shhh. Can you smell that?” Thalia now very irritated, replied. “Supper, yes it’s that stew. Congratulations you were righ..” Ethan spoke softly. “No, it’s not that. It’s faint but it’s that same repulsive scent.” Thalia’s eyes widened then became a dark shade of grey, as a scowl now screeched across her forehead. “It’s coming from the edge, isn’t it?” She asked in a low and serious tone. “Yes it is.” The air around them became still and tense. They instinctively turned their sights towards the edge. Ethan inhaled deeply, his facial expression grew dark and his exhale was almost silent. He then said “The Imps are coming.” An army of screams roared up the cliff.
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This was the first chapter of my first fanfic. It is my original work and I really hope you enjoyed reading it. Please don't feel shy to let me know if you want me to send you the link to the next chapter.(When it comes out) Thanks you for reading.
Your english is great and the story in itself is very nice.
