From Sand And Ash の小説・ストーリー

Hope The light is blinding to my sensitive eyes as we emerge from the depths of the cellar. we are hurried along a wide hallway leading to huge wooden double doors. The sound of men shouting as the prisioners huddle together booms in my ears. Blinking to adust to the change of light i look around taking in my surroundings. We are standing in what looks to be a large cathedral. Its beautiful marbel floors lined with gold and giant floor to celling pillars covered in intricate patterens and vines. Lanters line the walls iluminating the large room. Ive never seen anything so beautiful. A large fireplace cut out into the wall burns the chill of winter away. At the end of the room steps climb to

ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴀɴᴅ, ᴄʜᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ

The ash did not settle; it hovered, a suspended grey shroud that tasted of burnt history and dead miracles. Audrey stood at the epicenter of the ruin, her lungs burning with every breath of the soot-choked air. Beside her, Lucas stood with his weight shifted to his heels, his one hand white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted infantry sword. The silence following the collapse of the World-Oak was not peaceful. It was the heavy, pressurized silence that precedes a landslide.

" Ashley pouted. "Well..you can choose to forgive him dear sister because you've always loved him. But me...I see him as nothing but a jerk! A jerk that thinks this life revolves around him. So...no can do." Sandra said firmly. "Okay." Ashley shrugged. The door opened and Mikhail walked in making Sandra's eyes go wide then his eyes went to the flask she held and he turned to look at Ashley. "I'm not hungry but she is," Ashley said and he nodded. "You should be grateful for eating the food that was for my wife."

Bilimo took back the explaining rains from his daughter. "My father is correct, but it takes a few more steps than this to create liquid nitrogen, I will explain the complete process later if you really want to learn," Mila said with a smile. "What about a Sand user like me, what particles are sand made of?" Ryan wanted to know how he could improve himself with this new knowledge. "Well sand is made of along of things, from different rocks and Metals to bones and fossils of energy beasts, that means it's comprised of hundreds of different particles, but if it could be linked to one thing it would be Carbon," Mila explained.

He held a small leather pouch in one hand and a glass vial filled with dark ash in the other. “Miss me?” Axel’s voice dripped with arrogance as he tossed the pouch onto the table. “I got what you asked for. Moulton Ash and Grey Sand. Not an easy find, I might add.” Zane stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the pouch. “And what do you want in return?”

The ash swirled upward in defiance, whispering faintly even as it dissolved. “This is not the end.”

I hear Noah’s voice from the sky, he was angry, he was concerned. I try to run to them again, but my arms and legs refuse to move, an invisible force holding them to the sand. Holding me down. I am immobile, who was holding me down? “I’m sorry!” I cry out as their bodies start to evaporate before me, turning into the sand that covers the floor. I look down at the sand, realisation dawning on me as I fist some in my hands and let it flow back to the ground. The sand had turned a charcoal black…this wasn’t sand…this was ash..