For the past two weeks I have been writing a story for creative writing. My goal was to use a thesaurus to come up with interesting vocabulary.
Do you think I achieved my goal?
“Come, Omen! The time is right!” Commanded The Man In Black. Omen swooped down, landing lightly on The Man In Black’s sleeve. Omen’s gleaming black claw gripped into his arm, ripping the fabric.
They stood together in a field of pink petals, gazing up at a colossal ruin of a building. The ruins were monumental, filled with spires and arches. Vines crawled up the sides of the tumbled brick-work.
Omen cawed and fluffed his feathers, spraying pink petals that had landed on him everywhere. The Man In Black’s cape streamed out behind him in the wind.
Omen suddenly looked up, spotting a slight movement in the colossal relic above him. He tightened his grip on his owner’s sleeve, alerting him of the movement. The man looked up, searching the ruins, instinctively grabbing the pistol at his belt. Spotting a crouching, dark shape in the ruins he gasped.
“N-No that’s not possible!” He muttered, “The faglen died out long ago, my ancestors made sure of it!”
The creature walked forward on the ledge slightly, enough that the man could see its black crouched body and wings spread out behind it.
The man quivered under his clothes, terrified of the ancient creature standing above him. The creature grinned, showing its long fangs before disappearing back into the darkness of the ruin.
The man stepped back, gaping at the shadows where the creature had stood.
“Omen come! I must study the ancient books for an answer!” He said firmly. He turned around and hurried off, cape fluttering in the breeze.
Back in his workshop the man in black worked, he worked late into the night. He was studying the archaic books of old. He flicked through the pages muttering under his breath.
“No, no, no!” He studied day and night discarding books and picking them back up again. Finally after days of hard work he found what he was looking for.
“Aha! Omen look! Here it says: ‘The Faglen were dark creatures that died out long ago in The Conflict For The Dark Tower. It was a great battle between light and darkness. The Faglen were part of the great army of the dark. They killed hundreds of great sorcerers but were eventually decimated by the wizards. In the aftermath of the battle it was said that one of the many wizards that were slaughtered by the Faglen cast a spell on the battlefield. The spell was rumoured to curse The Dark Tower and all its inhabitants to a life of misery. Soon after the battle had ended thousands of pink flowers sprouted on the battlefield. A remembrance of the great battle that had taken place there. The field is deserted and avoided to this day.’
I knew it, Omen! The Faglen should be extinct!” The man sat back, shocked at his discovery.
Omen cawed and flew over to his owner, perching on his shoulder. The raven nuzzled his head into his owner, trying to comfort him. The man looked scared, things were so much worse than he had imagined. He turned to his bird and took a deep breath.
“Omen, I have decided to go through with my plan and still try to capture the Dark Tower. I will prepare tonight and leave tomorrow morning.”
Omen cawed and peeked at his owner, trying to alert him of the danger he was putting himself in. The man brushed him off and started to pack what he needed.
He collected small bottles of colourful liquids and powers and tucked them carefully into his belt. After he had collected everything he went over to his workbench and picked up one of his ancient books. The man studied all night until it was time for him to leave.
He stepped outside and looked up, in the near distance he could see the spires of the Dark tower.
As the man trekked he thought about what he was doing. He was risking his life in order to gain control of the colossal ruin he had just been to.
Finally after trekking for an hour he came across what he was looking for. The gigantic wreckage looked just as he had left them a couple of days before. The man turned to Omen, who was perched on his shoulder.
“Goodbye, Omen. I hope to see you after this.” Then the man pushed him gently from his shoulder. Omen cawed, swooping down at his owner. But the man just ignored him and took a step forward, towards his doom.
The man picked his way carefully across the debris towards the main pillar of the tower. He was careful and kept glancing up and searching in the shadows. Eventually he found his way to the main entrance of the tower. Hesitating, he looked up, unsure whether to continue.
In a moment, the Faglen that had been watching from the shadows shot down and pounced on the man.
“Ahhh!” The man screamed, pushing and shoving the creature that clung to his body. The Faglen clung on and clawed at the man’s face. The man stopped fighting and reached into his leather satchel for the potions he had stored there. Before he could reach them his body went limp and he fell to the ground. The Faglen stopped clawing and jumped off the man before howling into the sky.
The Man In Black was no more.