Never trust the night.
It had been common knowledge of the people of Cyris since the Great City’s dawning, the unspoken rule of thumb, for the Night was a stealthy creature. In its lightless, latent nature, its perfidious ways, there was no sense of safety, no trace of assurance. The Night was treacherous, utterly deceitful in character and ruthless in conduct.
....also, is a baby supposed to be referred to as "it"? I know I've used 'it' for the kid in the story, but it sounds messed up
The flash of lightening was like the flame of a candle,
i got confused as what she... or actually where, she actually was. was she standing above a cliff, or just standing in the river? it was kinda rough and jumpy...
AHHH NO MORE ELLIPSES
Yes, a baby can be referred to as "it", kinda like a dog
Runelord wrote:Well written on the whole. I don't know about the rest of the people who have read this, but I think that if you change the refernce to the baby from "it" to "he" it will make him seem more human. Good luck withe the story and keep writing
It had been common knowledge of the people of Cyris since the Great City’s dawning, the unspoken rule of thumb, for the Night was a stealthy creature.
force of thunder; she didn’t flinch.
She had been down this path before[s],[/s] many times as a young girl, simply to relish the sight of the vast ocean it led to. But Sira was not a child anymore. Long ago [s]had [/s]she had left the days of girlhood, and she now stood as a woman, and as a mother.
and it hushed at it’s mother’s familiar touch.
Her seventeenth year will be our last.
robbing her of air----
weakness, but she couldn’t do it………
Sira’s grip faltered completely.
Sira’s heart flooded with remorse as she fought through the current. This was not what she wanted…her child was not going to die at her hands…There. Sira heard the wailing of her baby…the sound was like a sweet music, the song of a Siren….she pushed on, but the water was far too strong for her. Sira slipped on the slick ocean floor; like hands the waves clutched at her clothes, clawed at her skin, drawing her under the watery Hell…