First Lines

Continuing the theme of Gwlad, Tafir and Arrow...

Things had been uneventful for Bow for far too long. When he was young, he and his owner, the famous weapons master Tafir, had travelled far and wide in search of fame and fortune. But as with all men, Tafir grew old and Bow found himself used less and less. In-fact he realised that it had been years since he'd last been used to kill.
This morning however, Bow felt things would change. Tafir had stormed into his office and grasped Bow from his perch of honour on the wall behind the desk and while muttering something about having enough and wanting to kill the lazy swine, Tafir had carried Bow out into the early moring haze.
 
Unnoticed by his parents, Michael was laying on his back in the garden, staring up at the myriad of stars that filled the night sky. Normally, he would be in bed, fast asleep, dreaming dreams of knights and dragons, but tonight was different. He listened to the music drifting out from the living room and sighed. A tiny pinprick of light came in to view and slowly moved across the sky. He gasped! His sister told him that if he waited long enough he’d see a shooting star, but he never believed her.
 
There is such a person as God. There are such things as love, life and truth. There is such a place as the Academy.

Or, if people don't like the first statement:

There are such things as love, life and truth. There is such a place as the Academy. There are such people as Blackfriars.
 
There were many of us, in the beginning. We were beautiful and strong and such power we could wield. The funny thing about power is that no matter how much of it you have, no matter how much of it you control, there is always a desire for more. And that was when we fell from the heavens. Oh, don’t worry, we were not fallen angels. We did not defy the Alpha. The Lightbringer did that little trick for us, but what a wonderful gate he opened. I suppose that, being deities, we should have had more care for the world that worshipped us. How sad that the revelation did not come sooner.
 
It was the kind of morning when milkmen whistle new tunes and postmen only deliver letters from people you actually like. Even my neighbour, the atheist who always seemed depressed for some reason, had had occasion to comment that God was quite clearly in his Heaven and all was pretty much okay with the world.

So the rain came as a bit of a shock. Not only because of its odour, though that was certainly part of it.
 
It was a chill wind that blew that night, as the Whistling Lamp Lighter tried in vain to lite the lamps along the cobblestone street.
 
He didn't hear them approaching. No one ever heard them. But he knew they were coming - and they were close.
 
Allard awoke with a start, instantly aware that something wasn't quite right. All was quiet in the hut and nothing seemed out of place, then realisation dawned, he remembered that last night he had died.
 
(That works for me, NJ :) )

Night of the hunter; night of the hunted. It comes down to the same thing in the end. Someone's going to die tonight.
 
Hey, I like that...I think I might use that...

'You will soar with the dragons, and the mountains will bow at your feet.'

That's what he told me.

Only he didn't tell me how big my feet were going to be.

Djinn. Never trust'em.
 
Allard knew that wounds like his meant death. Not a quick death like he wished he'd recieved, but a slow agonising decline into the afterlife. This was going to be a long hard night and would give him plenty of time to figure out where he went wrong.

(thanks Interference, i like that one too:) )
 
"What are those... those, ah, creatures coming over the hill?" Dakota said with full blown trepidation.

Sanknaga looked up. "I don't know, but with fangs like that, I seriously doubt they're vegetarians." She said, as she turned and began running through the tall grass down toward the river, away from the approaching herd of lanky, agile, furry brown quadrupeds.
 
Why doesn't my song coreechass corabispa? she thought as she mustered the will to keep her pose as she felt exhaustion overcome her.

(coreechass: to turn fear into love and compassion)
(corabispa: to recieve and absorbe love towards a male)
 
As the dust settled around him, he noticed he was alone in the vast desert. The sun beat down on him daring him to find water in this hell hole. He would die here. There was no doubt in his mind.
 
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