The Fall - A Movellas Memory

This was one of the first things I worker on while I was here. It was never completed, but it was definitely a fun task :)

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Helios bounded through the forest, his legs complaining and groaning at the harsh treatment they were receiving.

 

It can’t fall, he thought desperately, It can’t fall.

 

Helios took a left turn, dodging the trees and racing, unafraid, passed the sleeping she-bear and her cubs. They turned their heads towards him sleepily, regarded him for a moment, before waddling away. He heard the drums pounding in a steady drone.

 

Dum. Dum. Dum, dum. Dum.

 

The orcs were on the move again. Frantic, his heart crawling into his throat, Helios jumped over a fallen log and stumbled downhill.  Stags and hind with their offspring sprang out of nowhere, leaping away in the opposite direction so fast and so confidently, their African cousins, the gazelles, would have been envious. Helios, cursing himself for getting distracted, ran on. He heard a thousand feet marching.

 

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

 

The orcs were getting closer. The forest trees cleared and revealed a black river, the water churning viciously around the pollution within its grasp.

This is your chastisement for your mockery of me, it seemed to hiss at Helios.

Not a good sign. Hesitating a dozen times, Helios leapt into the inky waters, and struggled to reach the shore on the other side. Without even thinking about drying off, he was running again.

 

He found his destination at last.

“NO!” he wailed, crashing onto his knees.

The orcs had descended on the White Tree. Already, its undying light was fading, its once-strong trunk waning, darkening with every passing moment; the leaves withering like a plant denied its water. The tree shuddered as the orcs hacked it down with their brutal axes.

“Fall!” laughed the orc leader, “FALL!”

 

There was a slowed crash, and the White Tree lay – dead – on the forest floor. The forest began to darken, in grief  the canopy of trees no longer allowing the sunlight to trickle in. Helios pounded the ground in distress and bereavement of his failure.

The orcs cheered.

“Darkness!” cried the leader, “We shall eat man-flesh once more!”

 

Then their eyes turned to the poor little man, pounding the earth with his fist, their eyes gleaming with hunger.

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