Young Writers Society

The snow outside had started to melt from the heat of the sun, the sun floated in the sky like a yellow plate. Rays of the sun fell on the cabin where Matthew was locked up, the snows that had gathered on top of the roof was changing form, going from white snow to cold water.

Outside people surrounded the cabin, no one dared to even breathe loudly. The scene of the Elder's death was still crystal clear in their memories. Their hearts felt like it was being stretched, and that if they breathed any louder it would pop.

The Envoy who had come from the south was standing outside of the door, behind him were the blue guards; their hands and feet shook from fear. Just like the townspeople there minds were dominated by the memories of the Elders death. The metallic smell of the blood had already dissipated from the air, but the smell was still fresh from the people. Even though it had been three days since the Elder's death.

The Envoy slowly opened the door to the cabin. Inside Matthew sat on the floor, he was shackled from his eyes to his feet. He looked like a golden cocoon that had just started its metamorphous process.

Matthew jolted awake upon hearing the sound of the door creaking open. He shakenly turned his head toward the direction of the door, which took a toll on him as he hadn't slept nor had he eaten for days. He felt pain just from being awake. The golden chain that bound him, felt as if they were seeping into his skin. Becoming one with the skin.

The Envoy looked behind and announced:

'The demon is harmless, the chains restrained his power'. Inside the Envoy knew that the chains couldn't do anything to Matthew, they were just there to help calm the townspeople, as they were a superstitious lot who still believed in the power of gold wares. The North were the opposite of the South, they were arrogant, dirty, and superstitious.

Upon announcement, the Townspeople breathed a sigh of relief. They felt as if a great load was off their chest, but they still didn't dare to raise their voice. The Envoy then said:

'Rest assured, the demon will no longer be able to harass the people, as he will be dealt with by the higher-ups of the Order.' As he finished, the Envoy stared at one of the blue guards next to. The guard flustering walked and grabbed a cage.

The cage was covered with a black blanket, covering anything that lay inside. With a swift motion, the Envoy had removed the blanket revealing a bird inside. The bird looked like an owl, but it was different, as it had Six wings and furs rather than fathers on it.

The envoy pulled out a small piece of parchment paper and put it inside of the cage. The owl-like bird grabbed it with his feet and looked up as if ready to dominate the sky. It then opened the cage door by itself and flew out, awing everyone in the process.

The Envoy smiled, he said inwardly; humph, open your eyes. This is a creation of the south and the light. The man-made mythic. The lunar owl