A Begin
Faeries and black little devils danced a melicious swing on a melody of harmony, engulving the woods around them in a frenzy of whirling leaves, but never as much as touch the other kind. The air was thickened with moisture, and small clouds seem to drown the air away with a silking smoothness.
And where as the brightly coloured faeries swayed delicately with the rushing leaves, with transparant wings softly touching at passing one another, the devils stampeded through bush and pool breaking branches and splashing water with their demonic moshing around. With the rain a ringing enrupted, enthralling the fairies with the resonating of it, and wettening their fragile wings. The raindrops fell all around the little black devils too, and instead of falling at their feet, the rain stopped just before it hit the ground, clustering and moving along the violent dance of the devils. Their hoves splashing the water up, a force holding the water and gathering in strength.
The scene was intense, with a dance of agression and styl between the two opposites of creatures, and movement in between in the form of leaves, splintering branches and water. The resonating of the sound distorted the beautifull elves, and their wings got heavy with moist, so one by one they fell out of step and got trampled by the growing forms of devils engulved in shapes of water. As one faerie tumbled to the ground not withstanding the punishment, she was crushed aside by the violent moshing of a warped devil, his water rising to the noise which had moved from the background to full out banging. Reilly wondered what sense there was in bringing that sound into the first so balanced scene.
Opening his eyes slowly, he still heard the ringing of the telephone. That was not good he thought to himself, as he should be awakened by the buzzing of his alarmclock. Reilly jumped out of bed, landing on one feeble leg that gave out the moment he pressed his weight on it, sending him crashing down. He fell with his arms hitting the table opposite of his bed, which tumbled over and as Reilly hit the ground the contents on it fell on him. He lay there for a few seconds, when he noticed the ringing again. Trying to get up, but with his left leg still numb with sleep, he half succeeded and he shook his senseless leg to get some blood in. Stumbling down the stairs and cursing his lazy leg, he managed to pick up the phone before it stopped ringing.
"Hi this is Reilly." He weakly spoke.
"Its Goldie here. You are a bit late today I'd say."
It was his manager calling from his work.