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The Day Darkness Dawned – Part 2

As promised, here is the next part in my short story:


Rokam swung his leg over the side of his midnight colored steed. The horse shifted uncomfortably with the new burden he bore, but after a moment, adjusted his hooves to stand firmly against the ground. His firm neck reaching out high in the stanse of a great warhorse. The dark shimmer of his well-groomed coat sparkled slightly in the sunless shadows as the crowed watched with judgemental interest.
Their glares could be felt on Rokam as he sat upon his horses. The color of his steed volunteered the information that he would be traveling to the sunlit lands, giving the people a strong contempt for this traveler even before he had gone to the feared territories.
With no reason to hide his true nature, Rokam allowed the hood of his cloak to hang lazy behind his back. His deep brown eyes were now visible, containing the same mystery as the colorless sky. The brown hair that waved just above his shoulders fluttered about his face as the cold breeze caressed him.
He turned his horse around to face the people watching. The broken breath of a sigh parted from his lips while he studied the crowd before him. His eyes met with that of a girl, she must have been in her late twenties by now, no more than one or two years younger than he.
She had long, blond hair that reached to just above her shoulder blades. It was quite visible, even from a distance, that her hair was soft and gentle, not like that of pale people’s white hair, which tangled and felt as wires to the hands. Though what was most noticeable about the girl was her bright, blue eyes that shimmered like diamonds. They were light colored eyes, but not the white ones that Rokam’s father had. It was these color eyes that were once considered to belong only to those of royal blood. Long before the sunless days, those with these eyes were treasured and looked up to as elders with overflowing wisdom.
She looked up at Rokam when their eyes met. Her hands rested gently on a small bump on her stomach as small tears began to make their way down her cheeks.
Rokam nodded courteously to her and turned his horse around, not spending time to search the crowd for his father. He gave his horse a firm kick, causing the animal to lunge forward into a face-paced trot. The horse picked up pace as it ran onward, slowly making its way far from the kingdom gates.
The crowd hissed and screamed cruel insults at him as he vanished into the thick darkness. But the girl simply watched. Her eyes strained to see Rokam for as long as was possible, but soon the shadows swallowed him and she looked down, her small sobs going unheard by the raging crowd.
Rokam’s horse trotted over a stream softly. The hard hooves made splashes in the water that sprinkled the ground as they passed over it. Rokam looked up at the sky, studying the new shade it had become. It was still not the bright blue he had been told of, but it had began to turn a deep shade of purple.
To understand what Rokam saw as he traveled onward, you will have to had seen a sunrise. The colors shifted and the night seemed to slowly melt away as if the sun were coming out after a long nap. However, unlike an ordinary sunrise this one did not grow because the time of day changed, but rather, because Rokam continued traveling forward. Therefore, if he had paused his horse, the slowly rising color in the sky would have halted as well, since he no longer travelled closer to the lands containing sunlight.
Rokam though, did not care much to discover this, instead, as it grew more bright, he grew more anxious. Urging his horse onward with a few gentle kicks, he started off on a light canter, which soon turned into a fast gallop.
It took Rokam only a few moments before the sun was fully raised and shining brightly above him. He was forced to squint his eyes until they adjusted to the light, but he did not slow down. He rode faster as the warm light heated his back. Now he could see he was in a forest. Going onward, he hoped he would reach the end of this sea of trees soon.
Finally, his horse broke through the thick forest trees. It slowed to a halt, pausing so his rider could take in the clearing in woods.
The sky, now fully visible as it was not covered by the tree canopy, was a bright shade of blue, sprinkled with the rays of light the sun provided. Large, white clouds clumped together in small parts of the heavens, sometimes blocking the sun, but never for too long.
Rokam dismounted from his horse. He patted its neck as it stooped down and began to eat the green grass underneath its feet. He took the brown bag that was attached to the horse’s saddle and swung it on his shoulder.
“Stay here. I will be back.” he said, brushing his hand across the horse’s neck a final time before he turned to study where he stood.
He now stood at the beginning- or rather, the end – of a long, dirt road. It led towards where the sun was high in the sky, surrounding the earth in its warm light. The road led to a small hut, visible to Rokam’s eyes even though it was far from where he was. The distance between him and the building was too much for him to be able to conclude if it was either empty or or not. Nevertheless, Rokam decided he would walk towards it and take a closer look.
When Rokam reached the hut, he was disappointed to find that it appeared to be rather old. The door was rotting and the stones where covered in various forms of moss. Though, the door appeared to have been locked. Rokam sighed and knocked on the wooden door, fully expecting no one to answer.

A few moments passed.
The old, metal doorknob wobbled as it was shoved open. An older woman with dark eyes and a cruel face stood in front of Rokam. She scowled at him. She wore a simple robe that reached to the ground, covering her body. Her hands were clenched into tight fists and she almost seemed to hiss when she spoke.
“What do you want?” she said.
Rokam bowed politely, “My lady, I am Rokam, son of Rinian from the Kingdom of Teshmar, and I have come to seek aid in a great crisis that has occurred in my land.” he gestured to the sky, “Our sun has vanished and, our sky, left without any light. It has been so for hundreds of years and I fear my people are growing ill in more ways than one.”
The woman looked Rokam up and down, her face contorted in obvious contempt, “What is it you expect me to do for you then, strange person?”
“I only ask that you point me towards anyone of the people in the sunlit lands that may be able to offer me their assistance. I would be greatly in debt to you if you did so.”
The woman opened her mouth to answer when a small child pushed past her legs and burst into the open. The little girl, who had bright red hair and kind, yet somehow frightened, eyes, proceeded to then cling to Rokam’s legs, sniffling on occasion as if she were holding back tears.
Rokam chuckled and bent down on one knee so he looked the little girl in her green eyes. He gently pushed away the strand of hand that covered her eyes, and smiled kindly.
“Hello, little one. What might your name be?” he asked kindly.
The girl looked at him with wide eyes. She shook her head once before throwing herself in his arms.
The woman scoffed and rolled her eyes, “She cannot hear you. And even if she could, her mother was crazy and so is she.”
Rokam frowned and stood up while carrying the child, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. “She does not seem to be so, merely frightened. Do you happen to know what may have frightened her?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea.” the woman brushed the topic away, “She is only three years of age; anything will frighten her. Now, if you would kindly give me back my granddaughter, I would be much more open to helping you.”
Rokam sighed and placed the young girl beside the woman, “Be good now and stay there.” he said before placing a kiss to her forehead and giving her a friendly smile. Then he stood up and faced the woman, “Who then, my lady, do you think could assist me in bringing the sun back to my people?”
The woman shoved the girl inside before answering to Rokam, “I can. Tell me more of when the sun left your people.”
“It came when our king was crowned hundreds of years ago. The old royal family had passed and were left with no descendent to the thrown and so a new one was appointed. The day of the coronation the sun turned black and the sky was left without a cloud nor a star. It has been so since.”
“And this king,” the woman asked, “he is still in the throne, or at least, his descendants?”
Rokam nodded, “Aye.”
The woman chuckled, “Your people must be blind to the ways the unseen realms work to not have concluded the most obvious cause of your unfortunate demise.”
“Indeed.” the woman said, “The first king carried a curse, of sorts, that was placed upon your land when he was chosen to rule it. Most likely, he took an oath with a power beyond anything either him or you have. Thus the sun will remain lost to your homeland until the last descendant of his falls from the throne.”
Rokam looked shocked, “Are you suggesting that I, Rokam of Teshmar – a mere peasant,- should dare to threaten my king’s life?”
“No…” The lady snickered, “I am suggesting you murder him. Why merely threaten a life you intend to take? Whatever your choice, it does not matter to me, I have answered your question. Now be gone with you.”
“But why- you- I need an explain- ma’am!” Rokam stuttered as the door to the hut was shut on his face. He sighed and looked down, kicking the dirt on the ground and grumbling to himself.

-Bethany Faith


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Light Butterflies; Part 3

Here would be chapter three, or part three as I am labeling them since they are no where near the length an average chapter should be. Enjoy!


*dream sequence*

Lucia walked calmly down the alley. She had been down this dark street multiple times before. It was her route to get to and from her small house -it was more like a shed with a leaking roof- on the other side of town.

This day was no different. She had woken up bright and early to the dark rainy clouds that were slowly over shrouding her small village. After promptly getting dressed she headed off to her one room school. She didn’t like going to school, but as it was her mother’s wish, so she still went. It didn’t matter she was sixteen years old and of marrying age.

This is what she thought about today as she walked -nearly seeming to float- down the dark alley way. She shielded her eyes from the clouded sun as she looked up at the sky.

“Looks like rain.” she said, dropping her hand back to her side. As if in response the sky gave a loud roar and droplets of rain began to pelt Lucia’s brown cloak, soaking her red hair.

Lucia shivered from the cold rain and pulled the cloak tighter around her, slightly picking up her pace. Her foot caught on something and she paused, despite the bad weather. She bent down to study the object that had stopped her.

A small leather book with symbols etched on the front. The gold symbols seemed to glow in the rain, almost appearing to be a source of sunlight. She reached down to touch the shining black leather. When her finger brushed against the cover she felt a small tingle of security, maybe even peace. She hadn’t felt safe since July of 1553. The day Mary Tudor became Queen. The mere thought of the women sent shivers up Lucia’s spine. She brushed the thought from her mind for now and returned her attention back to the leather book were the tips of her fingers now rested.

Her fingers edged towards the gold letters. Tracing their fine craftsmanship with her fingernails, Lucia marked the symbols in her mind.

“Holy Bible.”

The symbols seemed to jump out at Lucia. Something inside her told her to protect the book, to keep it safe and it would serve her well. In light of this strong feeling she gingerly picked up the medium sized book. The item fit perfectly into her thin hands. She looked at it for a few more seconds, watching as the raindrops hit the leather than slid off to the ground. After tracing the symbols one more time with her hands she hid it in her cloak and sprinted back home. Unsure of what she had just discovered.


Lucia slowly opened her eyes. Blinking them a few times to clear away the foggy image they saw. She took in her her surroundings.

She was in a small room, with one window and door. Through the thin white sheets that covered the window she could see the figure of a soldier. Jeremiah sat a few feet to the right of her, rummaging through an old looking wood box. Ever so often he would mumble an incoherent word as he buried his hands into the box’s contents.

There was a loud silence-shattering knock at the door. Lucia jumped and turned her head so quickly her hair swung in the air and hit her face. The sharp pain in her right arm as she shifted position caused her to close her eyes and she bit her lip to keep from yelling.

Jeremiah turned to the door. He took his hands out of the box and stood up, retrieving his sword from the ground as he did so.

“Come out in the name of Queen Mary Tudor of England!” a commanding voice from the other side of the door echoed, “You have five minutes to decide your fate!”

Lucia turned as Jeremiah sat down beside her. She looked down at his hands, one of them held the leather book she had discovered.

“We should open it.” he whispered to her, low enough so no one on the other side of the door could hear him.

“We were told it has great power…what if something bad happens?” she whispered.

“The legend is vague, it says it has great power, but it doesn’t say what kind. For all we know it will set everything in time and space correct. It’s either; open the Bible or be captured.”

Lucia nodded, “Than we should open it…and face the consequences.”

Jeremiah dipped his head in agreement and settled down next to Lucia. He slowly slipped his hands across the cover the book to the edge of it. His fingertips brushed against the gold lined pages.

The knocking at the door came again. They were running out of time.

He grasped the cover with his shaking hands. Lucia held her breath in anticipation and fear. Slowly, he began to lift up the carefully crafted leather. The white of the page began to show.

The knocking grew louder.

It seemed like an eternity, but soon Jeremiah opened the book entirely. The two of them starred at the contents.

They hardly realized when the knocking ceased. “You had your chance!”


Bethany Faith


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Light Butterflies; Part 2

Well…I finally got around to this…took me all day, but I did it. 😀 Actually, this is quite short for something that took me all day to write, but oh well. Not like all writers don’t have the occasional story they find impossible to write. Anyways, here it is! And since you’re probably wondering. It was inspired by this photo. Perhaps, I’ll make this a tradition for every chapter…perhaps not. Either way, here you go:


“What now?”

Jeremiah scanned around the forest, never keeping his eyes in one spot for longer than a few seconds, as the two of them rode. He kept his right hand buried beneath his cloak and firmly grasping his sword hilt. His left hand held his reigns tightly. “What do you mean?” he whispered back.

“I mean…” Lucia lowered her head, her cloak still covering her long hair and teary green eyes. “Now that we have the book…what do we do? Where do we go?”

Jeremiah sighed, “How many times must I tell you? The forest in no place to speak of such things. Especially in the darkness of night.”

“It’s not that I’m trying to I just want to-” Lucia stopped talking upon hearing the sound of a twig snapping under some one’s foot. The two of them stopped their horses simultaneously as they strained to hear past the deafening silence of the forest. “Who?” Lucia whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I don’t know…”

A loud screech made Lucia and Jeremiah’s eardrums burn. They ducked and covered their ears. The large wings of a hawk swooped down and brushed against their backs before flying into a dark part of the forest. Jeremiah drew his sword. The metal echoed through the now silent forest.


“Shush!” Jeremiah cut Lucia’s words off, knowing the danger had not passed.

They sat in this silence for some times. Jeremiah’s sword never moving from the defensive position he held it in. The screech of the hawk broke the silence like a vase shattering to the ground. Lucia jumped and defensively ducked (causing the hood to fall off her head)…but Jeremiah stood sitting straight. He knew what was going on. This wasn’t good.

A grunt came from a bush a few feet away from Lucia. Faster than Jeremiah could think soldiers dressed in black cloaks and armed with sharp large swords started charging out of the dark forest. They began to closing in on the two riders.

Lucia sat on her horse shaking as the soldiers came towards her. She wasn’t made for this. She wasn’t a fighter. What was she doing here?

“Go!” Jeremiah’s voice snapped her out of her paralyzingly fear. She turned her neck to look at him, her hair swinging in the air from the sudden turn. A tear trickled down her cheek. “You have to run! Now! Please, Lucia! Go!”

She understood what he was saying, but she couldn’t move. Her hands shook and her legs felt stiff. She sat there on the horse, simply staring at him. Until something hit her in the arm. Hard. She felt the tickle of liquid running down her leg and the sudden want to faint. Faint and never wake up.

The last thing she heard before closing her eyes was a loud curse from Jeremiah and the singing of metal as his sword collided with another’s.

Jeremiah watched Lucia slump on her horse and lay over it’s neck just as a soldier reached him. He screamed something in another language and hit his sword against the soldier. They fought for a few seconds before Jeremiah got the upper hand was able to stab him. It wasn’t long until another soldier came towards him, he fought this one off with more ease than the last one. He turned and saw Lucia still slumped over her horse. A soldier heading her way. He would take the book. Jeremiah needed to do something.

He swung his left leg across his saddle and pushed himself off his horse, landing softly behind Lucia. He took in a breath than kicked the horse, yelling a command. The horse hurriedly started up a fast gallop. It quickly mowed through the soldiers, making them seem as if they where standing still. Once at full gallop the jet black horse spread out light gray wings. After Jeremiah gave another command the horse took to the skies, leaving the forest behind, and the army baffled.


I know…I didn’t present to you any new information, did I? Yes, well…that shall be found out later… For now, you’ll have to be satisfied that Lucia rides a Pegasus. 😀

Bethany Faith


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Light Butterflies

Another story prompt. Anyways, the photo hasn’t been posted on the creators blog yet, so you don’t get to see it until he posts it since I don’t want to release it before he does. But this is the blog of the photo manipulator whom made the photo. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. 😀

Our story begins in a dark forest at midnight. The moon hung high above the tree canopy and small streams of light reached through the canopy to touch the ground. Lights floated in the air. Their yellow hue adding a magical feel to the dark scene. The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of pounding hooves in the distance.
A horse burst through the trees, its rider sat hunched over, a black cloak draped over her head covering her bright red curly locks and green eyes. Once the horse reached the glowing lights the rider sat up and pulled back on the reins stopping the jet black horse abruptly. The girl slipped off her horse. The hood fell from her head as she landed on the ground and the bottom of her cloak gathered by her feet.

The girl hummed a gentle tune and one of the floating lights flew up to her. She could now see clearly that the light was, in fact, a creature not unlike a monarch butterfly. It fluttered in front of her and awaited her command as the yellow light of the animal illuminated the girl’s facial features.

The girl lifted her hand under the creature, so it was perched gently on her palm, and whispered quietly to the animal. “Go to Jeremiah and tell him I have the book. I’ll be waiting for him here.” the butterfly made a soft chirping sound and flew off the girls palm and up and above the tree canopy until it was out of sight.

She than grabbed the reins of her horse and tied them to a nearby tree. After grabbing a small leather book from a brown bag on her horse’s saddle she sat down on the ground, her back leaning against the tree. Her face now highlighted by the bright creatures it was easy to see she had a cut that ran across her left cheek, still bleeding, and her green eyes seemed teary. She traced the leather binding of the book she held tightly against her stomach, straining to hear any sound in the distance. When she didn’t hear anything after a few hours of listening she leaned her head against the tree. She covered the book with her cloak and slowly drifted off into a light slumber.



The girl woke with a start at the sound of a pebble falling into one of the nearby puddles. She sat up straight and searched through the darkness in search for the maker of the noise. A hand wrapped around her waist and covered her mouth before she could scream.

“Shhh…” came the gentle voice of a boy, about her age, from behind her. “It’s me, Lucia.” his hand slipped from her mouth as he spoke. “How long have you been here?”

Lucia relaxed and let out a breath of air as the boy’s hand slipped off her face and rested on the ground beside her. She looked back at him as she spoke. He wore a common guard uniform with a leather breastplate and a silver sword strapped around his waist. The only uncommon piece of apparel he wore was a red cape draped around his body, covering up his form. “I don’t know, a few hours. I fell into sleep.” she whispered back.

“It’s not safe here you shouldn’t be sleeping. Come with me.” he said. Grabbing her hand and helping her up.

She pulled the book closer to herself as the boy led her back to her horse, where his brown horse sat beside hers. “I haven’t slept in a week, I wasn’t purposely going against your rules, Jeremiah. I got the book. Isn’t that enou-” the boy cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth and pressing a dagger lightly to her throat in one fluid motion.

“I think I hear someone…act scared.” Lucia nodded her head slowly and rubbed her thumb on the cover of the leather book still hidden behind her cloak.

“You’re….hurting me.” she whispered as Jeremiah accidentally pushed the dagger harder against her throat.

“Sorry.” he loosened his grip on the weapon. “Now, don’t speak…” his voice drifted off as the sound of hooves reached their ears. He took his hand off Lucia’s mouth long enough to slip his cloak over his head than placed his hand back on her mouth.

The source of the sounds finally reached them as a white horse stopped in front of the boy and girl and nearly ran the two of them over. The man that stood atop the horse and scowled at the two of them. He had a sword strapped to his waist and was wearing the same cloths as the boy, cloak excluded. He drew his sword and pointed it at Lucia. “Who are you?” than he looked up to Jeremiah. “And why, might I ask, is she in your captivity?”

“She is a slave, sir. A run away. I took her out here to finish her… Remind me, but is it against the law to finish my own property?”

The soldier paused for a second than re-sheathed his sword. “Not to my knowledge, but go back to your house immediately after you are done. There have been sightings of traitors around here. You wouldn’t want you to be the one dead.” he turned his horse and rode away at full gallop, not caring to turn back and look at the common activity.

Jeremiah released Lucia and placed the dagger back into his belt. Lucia opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off. “Don’t talk. It’s not safe here. We’re lucky that guard didn’t slit our throats, we cannot have many close calls like such. Come,” he motioned to her horse. “We must go.”

Lucia walked over to her horse and mounted it with ease, Jeremiah did likewise. Once Lucia had finished placing the leather book back into the bag on her horse’s saddle she kicked her horse to go. Jeremiah followed close behind her. The two riders disappeared into the dark forest. Leaving only the small light butterflies as a sign of having been there.


I actually have a whole story and plot for this…but it’s not big enough for a novel (not to mention I think my limit is three novels at once) so I’ll probably just make it into a mini-series that I post on my blog. Thanks for reading!

Bethany Faith


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