It's a contemporary fantasy which will draw heavy influence from the videogame, Silent Hill.
The sound of the waves crashing against the eroded shore woke him. His name was Dorphon and he was fifteen years old. He opened his eyes and blinked the coarse sand out of his sockets. How long had he been lying there? He didn’t know. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and took a startled look at his surroundings.
He was on a beach. Heavy, grey clouds shrouded the sky and cast a dull hue over the sombre sea. The sand he was lying on was fine but cold and shared the same colour as above. Grey. A freezing wind whistled and spiralled around him as he tried to stand. His legs felt numb and lame and he fell back to the ground clutching them, they had begun to spasm with muscular ache. He wondered how long it had been since he’d last walked.
The crashing roars of the cobalt waves imploding encircled him. The lead clouds above rambled overhead. Then Dorphon heard the call. A whimper that entangled his mind in an icy coil.
“Come to us”
Dorphon – startled by the noise - searched the environment for the source of the beckon. The wind pulled more harshly around him, trying to pull him. The graphite-shaded beach was empty. Dorphon shuddered against the coil of the wind and peered out towards the ocean.
The call came to him to again, softer but more urgent.
“We plead… Come to us.”
“Come to us”
A gentle force took over Dorphon’s body and without a moment’s hesitation he got to his feet. He found that the pain he had in his legs before was now absent and he began to walk slowly towards the sea. As he reached the waters, and his bare-feet sank into the damp sand, he saw them.
Four or five of them, dancing among the darkened, rough waters. Their sleek bodies, weaving their way through the waves. Dorphon had been too focused on their majestic grace to notice that he was now up to his waist in the cold sea. His dark hair was matted to his scalp by the spray of water from each wave.
The dolphins seemed to take notice of him. They stopped gliding through the waves and begun to swim towards him, their bodies arching up with each stroke of their tails. Dorphon didn’t know what to expect, so he remained motionless. The dolphins stopped within a few feet of him, one of them swam a little a closer and once again he heard that icy voice in his head.
“See how we perform the dance of death… For mankind is dead”
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