a world ruled by magic and mighty swords .]

[mattias .]]

A lonely figure walked the path, shoulders low, hands in the pockets of worn black trousers. But the boy didn’t mind the age of his clothes. He felt comfortable in them, and that was what mattered to him. This evening, he was completely alone. No Tasmania, no Caesar with him. Caesar was resting in his box after the workout of earlier, and Tasmania ... The dog hadn’t looked like he felt something for a walk. But Mattias had needed to get out. He still hadn’t seen all the places around the school’s campus, and he was kind of curious. These trails were said to be haunted, and perhaps that was the reason the boy was here at this moment. It wasn’t dark yet, but within an hour or so, the sun would start to disappear behind the horizon. Haunted places had always intrigued him, as it reminded him of the worlds books tell about. Worlds of magic and mystery. Secretly, Mattias hoped he would once stumble upon such a world, and be part of it. Foolish dreams of a little child they may be, but this young adult really believed in them.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared. He might be imagining it, but several shadows seemed to flash by through the mist that was surrounding him, and the softest sound startled him, almost made him jump.

[Grace]

A girl around the same age stalked the shadows of the trails as well, feeling bolder now as she was reminded of her friends from home that would have loved to laugh and have fun with the old legends. Her hands tucked away in the pouch-pocket of her big navy sweatshirt she had bought from her old school. A smile was spread across Grace's face, which was now visible from behind her red-brown hair that for once in her lifetime, she had tied up. Her bright blue eyes were showing brightly across the ground like beams from lighthouses as she walked along, her worn out shoes making rythmic thumps across the ground. The fog around her was like a suffocating mass of air that tried to spook and haunt her, but she wasn't alone. It was almost impossible for her to keep her loving dog at home. Milo had uncontrollably followed her, panting heavily the entire way. His thick black fur barely getting wet in the blanket of moisture as he waved it away with the strong breeze from his tail. The cuffs of her jeans were wet from puddles she couldn't help but walk through, but she didn't care much, nor about alot of stuff. She was her own self, and anyone who said different olbviously wasn't her friend, or wanted anything to do with her.

"Milo!" Grace called softly, her calm voice ringing back to where she had been before. Her beloved dog had strayed behind a little too far for her liking. After 10 seconds without the massive dog appearing, the smile disappeared from her face. She whistled sharply, sound peircing the silence like a hot knife. Still nothing. "Milo? Where are you?" she called again, her voice softer and full of worry. She began to head in the other direction from where she was, the fog now seemed eerie, like it would swallow her up like it did her dog. "Milo! C'mon!" she called again, now breaking into a jog. She felt as if she were going in circles, all that was around her was a white mist that seemed to close in around her, trapping her in. Her blue eyes were wide now, constantly searching for a black blur that might've gotten lost. "Milo where the hell are you?!" she called again, loudly and demanding for the dog to show up so she could go back to her dorm and feel safe again. She was now running, though she didn't know where, she just wanted to leave. A splash, her foot went ankle deep in a puddle as Grace still searched. Her heart thumped in her chest, getting faster every moment. Her breaths got heavier and heavier as she ran, then she tripped over a loose branch. Her knee scraped against the ground, leaving a small hole in her jeans. She winced and clutched her knee in pain as the wound began to fill with blood. She was here, but where was her dog?

((oy, I kinda lost mi muse during the end, sry))

[mattias .]]

-- ooc -- nm, and sorry for not replying earlier --

The mist got thicker, and soon enough, Mattias couldn’t see any further than two to three metres ahead of him. It was scary, but mysterious. Now he really felt as if he were a part of such a magical world. Maybe he had entered one through some invisible portal. That would be so cool. A small smile curled the pierced lips of the slim built male, but disappeared as soon as he felt a shiver running down his spine. Well, in magical worlds, not everything was good. There were evil ghosts, evil wizards that needed to be defeated. Too bad he didn’t have a sword with him. He’d be most likely to hurt himself in a fight rather than someone else though. His long strides took him further and further, into the world his mind had created. It sure felt real. He was getting cold. He stuck his hands into his pockets, but crossed his arms in front of his chest after a brief moment.

He saw a dark shadow passing by, but he wasn’t fast enough to see what it was. Maybe these woods were haunted after all. Mattias was confusing himself, and he knew it. His ears caught the sounds of a young female not long after the creature had raced by, and he stopped, turning around. The tones had been faint, and he might have just imagined hearing them. But no. He heard a second pair of vocals, and started moving into the direction they seemed to come from. Yet again, he heard the voice. The girl was looking for something, or someone. His world of magic and mighty swords shattered into a thousand pieces, but he – surprisingly – didn’t really care. He heard a thud, and all of a sudden found himself standing in front of a girl, who, obviously, had fallen down. Hesitating for a few moments – for he didn’t like any kind of physical contact, Mattias offered his hand to her so she could get up. He noticed the blood on her knee though, and could only hope she hadn’t hurt herself too badly.

[Grace]

ooc: dont worry about it, I had to catch up on some posts from another site anyway

bic: The girl clutched her knee, it stung, but she could get over it. She let go of her leg and began to push herself up, ignoring the sudden pain she felt as she bent her knee. Her bright blue eyes showed pain and worry for her dog, she still didn’t know where he was, and she had a feeling that this place was called haunted for a reason. Her hair binder had broken, and lay somewhere on the ground around her. Her red-brown hair hung down to her shoulders now, hiding her eyes from any that lurked around. The blood from her scrape began to soak her jeans as it continued to sting. Stupid dog, she thought. The fog was getting thicker as the sun continued to set behind her. The sky was a deep blue, and getting darker, soon it would be as dark as her navy sweatshirt.

Grace continued to help herself up until a figure she could barely see appeared in front of her, offering a hand to help her up. It startled her, someone just popping up like that, especially now that she had no idea where she dog had ran off to, if he ran off at all. She took the hand and pulled herself up. ”Thanks,” she said quietly, trying to make out some of the details of the figure. ”Have you seen a black dog anywhere?” she asked the figure as she looked around. Where could he have run off to? It didn't look like there was much around here, maybe a couple trees that were close together, not wide enough for a black-lab german shepherd mix to fit through. She turned back to the figure and waited for an answer.