A mechanical whirl echoed through the silent rustic city. The massive council chambers building stood in front of two being’s of metal, black fog clung to them, red lights replaced their eyes, mouths and heart giving the fog around them a slight glare. The being’s moved forward, soft churches as their shadow clung figures moved across the snow and cobblestone.
Their knock on the massive reinforced iron door, vibrated in the massive building, the sloping roofs carrying the sound across the entire building. Sounds could be heard form in side but the door never opened. Metal whirled around itself, increasing in speed until the black mist began to seem to cover the entire road in darkness. When the metal could not increase any more, the fog exploded outward in a blinding darkness, as an echoed explosive was heard throughout the city. The wooden door now hung limply form it’s hinges. The smell that of a slightly rotten corpse crept along the building. The metal creatures moved in to the building, and an echoing raven shriek echoed in the building.
I let out my voice, my sketch sounding more like a roar in the enclosed building. I heard a click in a darkness and the smell of gunpowder hit me, and a slight light appeared in a dark corner. I let the fog spear itself toward that light, knocking the gun form the person’s hand. The sound of a gunshot exploded throughout the hall. I glanced at a wooden table the ink bottle now broken, the ink staining the wood black.
My metal bones ground against each other as my voice came to life “hope you don’t mind me letting myself in.” I wrapped my fog around two red banners, with a golden dragon engraved in the middle. When my fog lifted the banners had become black, the golden dragon now a moon eclipsing the sun. “Now then, you are excused.” Various people came tripping down the hall, falling over one another ran out the door into the cold winter dusk .
I moved to the wooden table and leaned over a rose in a simple clay vase, the rose smell was fresh, sweet in the most human way. I picked up the rose and laid it on the stone floor. I covered the rose in my fog let metal cogs move inside me and my unseen core span as the fog devoured the rose. The smell of roses now clung to me, combing with the gunpowder to give a deadly yet nice smell.
I returned my attention to hallway, a single massive door moved to the council chambers where the leaders held meetings. I gave a single knock and when there was no answer I let my fog spear toward the lock, breaking it in half. I turned then to my sister, who had sat watching indifferent to the events. She gave a simple nod and I pushed the massive door open, the slung open it a loud echoing sound. In a semicircle around the room there were elevated platform with nine chairs laid on top of it.
My rose smell was soon overwhelmed by the smell of gunpowder. My sister fog burst out in a explosion of darkness disarming most of the armed men in a second. I let my fog come up in a massive curved wall which wrapped around the remaining bullets and ate them with ease. My sister’s fog wrapped around the entire room and a silent wind moved us.
When her fog lifted the various red banners around the room had turned black, where the council had sat, me and my sister now sat in our chairs, pure black crystals, a single massive dark sword lodged into the back center. The massive sword even lodged emitted a massive red glow around it. The soldier's and the council sat at the lower floor of room, black chains restraining them.
“Good morning everyone” My voice boomed across the room
They only glared with hate, a few bite their lips so hard they began to bleed.
“Well then I suppose I will introduce myself, my name is Uthlain, it means the bringer of black mist.”
“A black mist upon this city I suppose.” One of the council members spat.
I chuckled slightly, letting my hands tighten from the cold arm of my chair. I let my fog swoop down over them, formed into a raven with two red eyes, about to pounce on unseen prey. When the raven faded various foods were in front of them, a sweet smell of melted cheese, various meats and herbs combining into a tickle of your nose. I saw their hunger then, the smell that I recoiled slightly form.
“A peace offering, please enjoy.” They looked at me, and with their free legs kicked their bowls over
“Was killing us also a peace offer?” His voice’s disgust could be turned into a deadly poison
“I have killed none of your men.”
“Say what you like, but I have not and do not plan to do so if you work with me.”
The council member struggled against his chains, but chains did not even seen to notice.
A new member spoke up to the far left “Fine, but promise that the civilians are not to be harmed no matter what.” The others yelled at him, calling him traitor a murder, a shadow warrior.
“Come now is that anyway to treat your savior,” I waved my hands and his restraints disappeared “Now I only require that your military either step down or join my ranks.”
My eyes picked out a guard, whose shoulder were decorated with two iron shoulder pads carved with the golden knight, the captain of the guard.
“We will not become the shadows.” His voice was firm yet it seemed to tremble with a disgust. I only smiled and waved my hands and all of their chains disappeared. The crowd began marched in a slow, solemn march however, a man with a massive grey beard remained
His eyes were fierce, his entire face seemed to be sharp, demanding attention and emitting an aura of strength. His blue robe seemed to indicate he was a priest, but it finer than priest robes I had seen.
He kneeled and opened his palm to reveal a dark blue liquid in a small glass vial. He opened the cap and a smell of bitter sweet with a undertone of moss and various herbs. It was a shocking a pleasant smell. I met him with a piercing stare.
“A peace offering, please enjoy.”
I moved to pick up the liquid and then poured a bit of it into my hand, a slight tingle was the only response. I offered it to him and his mouth went into a servere line but quickly drank it. A massive fire erupted form him then, pulsing around him then dying down leaving his hands burnt.
I smiled and moved the liquid to my mouth and it tasted a mixture of acid and alcohol and it burned my mouth. The fog pulsed around me and it appeared to grow, to encompass the entire room, my veins pulsing with a dark burning. I let the burning turn into black mist, two spears which shout out of a window and broke two houses in half. The burning slowly faded and my black fog retreated back to what it was before. I moved my head down to him “Thank you.” I then waved my hand and he moved to a side entrance, I knew the infirmary was that way so I made no comment.
I pushed against the hard crystal of the chair and moved to the back of the chair, and wrapped my hand around the hilt of the sword. My hand felt a rush of heat, and the metal felt unbearably itchy. I stood there for a long while until the heat and itch faded. I pulled the sword and I felt the black fog cling to me closer, the red light giving the fog an eerie sense. My sister and I shared a glance, her dual short swords in her hand, the same red light emitting.
We let our fog expand into the city, into each corner, let no red banner remain, let every stone turned to a black granite, made each street filled with a darkness, let the black fog replace each symbol with my moon. The city become silent in the echo of our power, the darkness having crept into every person and each piece of land.