Arctures
In the normaly starless night of Arkos the flakes of the sun try to illuminate the city Rejdova-Velky. But the shine by the unnatural red star tinge the white of the untouched snow covered streets light red. "Clear!" A voice cuts through the night and a figure stealths around a corner to another. Ahead of it lies a big warehouse with a fenced yard infront. Two other figures follow the first hooded creature. Everything was quiet. Only the frozen crystilline hitting the metal fence rings carefully through the silence. "I knew that this would be easy. These superstitios idiots." "But this night is very cold. It feels different." "Special? Do you want something of the tressure or not?" "Hrrm!" The three figures climb over the fence. The last one curses and the snow on the brick turnes red by a small drop of blood. The other two hastly look back to the other figur. The nimbel one locks annoyed and their eyes focus back on the small workers entrence and kneels infront of the lock. The snap of the lock let the others focus back on the now open door. After their eyes ajust to the darker warehause, the small group sees many rows of big and long shelfs filled with crates. They work their way row by row to a large crate with the instription "To: Samatra's Jewelry". The other uninjured hooded creature reveals from under it's coat a crowbar. After the loud snap of breaking wood the group look carefully in the crate and gasp for air. Suddenly the air around them freezes filling the building with a cold fog. The injured begins to look starteld to the sides. "Scared?",the nimble one asks and the injured companion reveals the terrified face by peaking out of the hood. It graps two times in the crate and fills the pockets of the coat and runs to the entrence of the warehouse. "Do you want to go too?", the nimble ask the other one which is still holding the crowbar. "Only nervous? Good!" The small figure takes out a rod and puts it beneath the crate. A button press later between both intruders stands a board with four small wheels and the crate ontop. "Help me move the crate out of this fucking place!"..."Push already!!".... The nimble figure makes its way around the crate and looks in the face of it's companion-now covered with big ice crystals. The nimble figure first feals a small wind and then hears a ghostly whisper. Slowly manifests the fog into a ghastly thing. It slowly forming red eyes locked onto the small from horror petrified creature. It tries to turns around and run, but the shoes are frozen to the floor. The icy fog drifts to the red eyed which strengthens the translucent form. The nimble creature twines but the cold creaps slowly upwards. Its eyes locked onto the damp form with its red eyes. These widen. Grow. Combine. "Arctures"
It is not much known about these rare incidents and folklore lengends are mixed with tries of scientific studies. The starless nights of Arkos are very dark, because only the pieces of the Sun share their gleam light with the world. These pieces slowly fall down to the land and move in the wind. But Arctures is firm shining continious and bright red light. This gives the world a reddish tint. While this light is looks warm, the night is freezing. In this night legend tell about a ghastly figure wandering through the streets searching for creatures to kill. These stories talk from a big 3 meter black form to a white translucent mist. But every variant as the same red eyes looking like the star in the sky. At the next dawn only big ice crystals resembling in a broad mannor the prior living creature tell the story of the freezing night.
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