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Wingshadow
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From the point of view of any outsider that happened to be passing through this remote mountain village, it appeared as nothing out of the ordinary other than being particularly small and not well known. It stood amid a thick pine forest skirt that spread out in all directions, only broken by wide square fields and the occasional water conduits that fed into them. The village itself had only two preschools and one upper-level school, which contained middle-school through high-school classes. There were a few grocery stores here and there, mostly nestled next to the residential areas alongside the water conduits that ran through town. All-in-all, it wasn't much different from any other developing community... From an outsider's cursory inspection, that is.
Every twenty years, something unique would happen between winter and spring, that odd time of the year when its much too cold to go outside yet not cold enough for ice to form or snow to fall. On just such a day, when the moon passes through the eye of the local church's bell tower, a single tone resounds across the village... a deep tone, a solitary tone, one which marks the initiation of the event... in which different planes of existence cross each other and beings are drawn from other worlds to this town.
No one knows why it happens, or where these beings will appear precisely, but every time the tone sounds, the locals know what to expect... Something extraordinary will be passing through the portal, something very odd indeed.
On this particular occasion, it happened to be a girl. She sported a bright blue and white school uniform with an orange band pinned to her left sleeve. She had short brown hair, and a confused looked on her face as she stared out upon the empty road winding up toward the high school.
"This isn't my school," she blinked twice, "This is weird... Just a second ago I was..."
She looked around, as if looking for someone.
"Damn it all!" she pounded her right foot against the concrete in a frustrated manner.
Every twenty years, something unique would happen between winter and spring, that odd time of the year when its much too cold to go outside yet not cold enough for ice to form or snow to fall. On just such a day, when the moon passes through the eye of the local church's bell tower, a single tone resounds across the village... a deep tone, a solitary tone, one which marks the initiation of the event... in which different planes of existence cross each other and beings are drawn from other worlds to this town.
No one knows why it happens, or where these beings will appear precisely, but every time the tone sounds, the locals know what to expect... Something extraordinary will be passing through the portal, something very odd indeed.
On this particular occasion, it happened to be a girl. She sported a bright blue and white school uniform with an orange band pinned to her left sleeve. She had short brown hair, and a confused looked on her face as she stared out upon the empty road winding up toward the high school.
"This isn't my school," she blinked twice, "This is weird... Just a second ago I was..."
She looked around, as if looking for someone.
"Damn it all!" she pounded her right foot against the concrete in a frustrated manner.