Yellow flowers shone in the last of day, speckles on the rolling hill of grass and game. With each throaty call of the bellowing bovine, light faded out, a layer a time. The sand and then sea lost their shine: two jewels now lost to the grasp of time.
Very well warned of the silence of creatures, she remembered the advice she was taught by her teachers.
The noises of life quickly faded away, replaced by slurps, sucking feet in the clay. The unending silence sifted the beach, spreading 'cross all land, damning like a leech. Silver moon rose in place of the sun: survival is for those who do best to run.
Brandishing a sword imbued with power and might. She stood at the sands, battle ready for a fight.
It began with a swoop, and ended with a growl, it would be zombie for dinner: they were on the prowl. The release and the twang of deadly flint arrows, flying out from deep within ghastly cliff barrows. Skeletal bone rattles the mind, but keep moving yourself if you don't wish to be blind.
Glancing back at the hill, an army of spiders. With an intake, a gasp, she noticed their riders.
Cracking the sword on a weakened undead, she pulled out a pick, this was what she most dread. The last of her armour fell off with some hearts. Her life endangered by a flurry of darts. She turned her back and sought to fled; she needed to rest, to stop and eat bread.
Cleaved down by a spider, she knew of her doom. Her last cry covered by a hiss;
In the twilight of sunrise, mobs ran to caves from day. Pure light of dawn purged the lands of decay.
How can a world of such beauty, such charm, be home to monsters who seek solely to harm?