The Dream
So pretty much I decided to write a story
Big surprise o:
This is just how the story itself will start, its a dream that the central character has to start off the plot with a bang.
If you don't like depressing stuff, don't read it. But the rest of the story won't be nearly as depressing, I promise!
A young black fox sprinted up the stairs, panting for breath but pressing forward, knowing his goal and refusing to give it up as he surged upwards, his paws slamming into each rickety metal step with a defining clang. As he approached the top of the stairwell, he caught himself pleading to every god he ever knew, a single desperate gasp escaping him as he finally reached the top, flinging open the door with another resounding clang. He paused for a moment as he took in the scene around him: a rooftop in the twilight, soft rain drifting down from the heavy, gray clouds that hovered over the world like a living ceiling. A silhouetted figure, standing on the edge of the roof, turned back in surprise as the last echo of the noise from the opened door died off, leaving nothing but a tense silence as the pair looked at each other. "Jake..." said the fox, the name rolling off his lips in a soft but carrying whisper full of emotion. As the sun continued to set, the wolf at the edge of the roof smiled softly, a single tear gleaming in the last rays of sunlight as he heard his name uttered by his dearest friend. The wolf, his golden fur streaming as the dwindling light shimmered off of it, opened his mouth to let out soft words: "I'm sorry." The fox and the wolf looked at each other for a moment, then the wolf turned away, and, with a cry of despair from the fox, the wolf let himself fall over the edge of the roof and down into the eternal darkness below. The fox stood for a moment in shock before letting out an inhuman moan of sorrow, running toward the edge to peer over it in hopes of seeing his bud, his best friend, but all he saw was a swallowing abyss. Then the sun set. And all was dark.