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The days were cold, the nights colder, tonight the coldest. It was as if it was Frost Fall already but of course, it was only Orange Moon. Darkness hung in the sky, a few bats flying about whose wings shivered. The moon was hidden behind a thick mass of clouds, it might as well of not been there. It shed no light down on the world. Only a few stars could be seen, there dim lighting from millions of miles away only just reaching Helovia. The sweeping of a great grey owl could be heard in the distance, then a scream of a mouse, then silence, then again the great swooping of the bird. The night fell, merciful to the silence that whispered though the trees. Nothing dared to move.
An ancient fir stands, as old and wise as the stars, its rough bark smothered in frost. Below its dead branches a crystal clear pool lazily lies, tinged in a strange blood red hue, almost emitting light in the dark environment. It does nothing. There is no wind to cause a ripple, no animal to cause a stir, no leaves to fall to rest on the top. So how did the events of the night unfold?
It is unexplained, but what can be explained is what actually happened.
First there was nothing. It was around 1am, everything silent and asleep, not even the creatures on the night seemed to rummage about; nothing dared to stir the silence. Slowly though, from the red stones in the little pool, a crimson gas emitted from. It was slow, gentle, calm. It smelt of nothing nor could it be heard, only seen. The water is turned a bloody red, the gas turning its color and making it foggy, now though it moved on from the pool. Growing from the red stones it spread onto the dry land around the pool, submerging anything it its path.
The gas was poison. Destined to make even creatures who couldn't be sick, wish to be sick. It made them sweat, hallucinate, remember.
It was the gas of the dead.
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