Enigma
The Queens hair flowing like the great falls of water in her claimed land. Falling rapidly fast into the vast lakeside, uncurling into caverns on the north side, and sailing into streams among the south hills. But something was hidden in her eyes the touch of a rose thorn leading on a stem to a wonders rosebud. Fire edging the tips of her iris (the colored part of your eye) total darkness crept in. The queens rather light skin complexion darkens into a tan as she shuffles the Ancient fabric on her blouse. She motions with her slender bodice for you to come forward. Her lips open to speak to you as they do sound only booms in your head. A low pitched voice reaches out to you, 'Welcome to here.' In your mind you question the word 'here'. Your muscles stiffen as you speak to her. "Here?" Queens optics shift towards you. With no answer she points the tip on her short fingers towards another clearing. An amber light shines like a celestial beam starting at the beginning point at the tip of her finger towards the clearing she points at. Ash falls from the sky as the amber light burns with rage. 'At the destination I point to lives a tribe, and I hate to say the people in that point have goody-goody lives, they are a disgrace to my kind.' Queen spits at you. 'I hear there are several tribes to choose from near there. Those tribes are all against each other, even though they are all goods. Much the same as the evils, witch I am part of. We all will fight for our rightful places.' amber light now darkens into blood red stream of fire and queen shifts extended hand towards a separate valley. 'Those are ware some evil tribes are located. I have a passion for those beings.' Now she gives you some options. 'Evil, goods we have our differences. Now it is your choice to choose a path that suits you. Below are some quick shortcuts to the many forces.' The dark Queens cresant shaped marking lights up and her body fades. 'You may call me Raven.' Soon all that’s left is a glowing crescent. The crescent shape drops and you reach to pick the shining object up. With a mere touch, it becomes a sort of tattoo pasted on the left side of your lower back. With that you pick a door, and you set of on a new journey.
Toward The Evil Tribes
Towards The Good Tribes
