Foresaga from The Cycle by RED EYE
PROLOGUE – Foresaga
It was late at night. The creatures of the day had long gone to rest and the light of a silvery moon dimly filtered through the clouds and shined upon a glade in the mountain forest. There stood a small circle of men and women dressed in ceremonial robes, in absolute silence. The wind carried the sound of the swaying trees: holm oaks, stone pines and olive trees populated the area; their strong branches filled with evergreen leaves.
A great fire was then lit in the centre of the circle. The crackling of the burning wood lured some of the curious animals that hunted during the dark hours of the night, and so their eyes sparkled as they timidly watched the scene through the bushes at the edge of the glade.
Suddenly, a loud drumbeat cut the silence. One of the men advanced a few steps towards the fire and began to sing in an ancient tongue with a powerful and solemn voice. The drums got louder, and it seemed as if the flames were pleased to hear this, for they danced, rising red and ever higher.
