

The Dark Arts: Chapter One In the dead of the night, a black figure crept along the outerwall of the castle. The sky was completely black, filled with the clouds of a coming storm. The wind was blowing gently, rustling the leaves in the numerous gardens placed around the castle. The new moon was nowhere to be seen.The Dark Arts: Chapter One by ~xxmusicCRAZEDxx
Gently, the dark figure made sure his dagger and arrows were securely attached to his belt. Strapped across his back was a willow bow, already strung. If all went well, the job would be quick and easy. None of the castle guards were on this side of the wall. Apperantly, they thought all was safe. Or perhaps they were just sleeping on the job. Either w