|Deception of Darkness
Author: TheShadow666 PM
There is a village out near the mountains that has once been conqured by evil. But that was long ago. Yet one girl will step out of her comfort zone to uncover the secrets about herself and of the darkness that still presides near the village.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,968 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 09-25-11 - Published: 09-05-11 - id: 2949682
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Ok, heres a new story of mine. The first couple of paragraphs are confusing and I don't know how to fix it yet. But the first paragraph starts out with the evil arriving and the next paragraph is of the ceremony going on the village. It keeps switching from darkness to village till the darkness arrives and then everything will sound in order and make sense.
Anyways, who ever is reading this I hope you like!
Deception of Darkness
Chapter 1: The waters where evil dwells
Thick, bubbling, gooey substances oozed between the cracks and folds of the exotic land.
Tales and stories unfolded within the hidden villages dotting the horizon.
Long distances sped past the rapidly approaching darkness.
Songs and dances erupted from towns in ceremonies once night fell.
The swirling gooey slime surrounded every place which existed of life and began to slowly and deliberately creep forward.
Millions of people kept their eyes blind to the darker patches in the sky or of the acid puddles bubbling at their bare feet.
Warped plans of deception traveled among the membrane of the distorted and elongated shapes.
Little innocent young kids hopped down in beat to the pumping music.
The noise hid the sound of the oily shapes of snakes slithering over rocks and wood. The music encased the trickling of black waters running down boulders. The enemy was obscured: by the music, deceptive feelings, and unknown timing.
Not all the people were blind or deaf though…
One male looked down to spot an oily liquid spilling over his bare foot and circling up his ankle. He tried in vain kicking it off but a burning sensation began to travel along with the rapidly growing substance.
Soon, the black nightmare encased the male and he was no longer seen that night.
He'd be recognized as an innocent man in the next hundred or so years – except in a new mind. He would no longer be alive, but dead. He would soon no longer be dead but undead.
The next victim was a young three year old little girl. Blonde curls bounced on her small shoulders as a dazzling smile spread across her pretty face. Shining blue eyes sparkled in the light of the massive moons that hung in the sky.
Red streaks at the ends of her hair began to curl from some unknown heat and boil. The red fizzled into black and soon the little girls head was submerged underneath the burning ooze of darkness.
The cries of her tiny voice pierced the night but no being came to her aid. They were shielding themselves unknowingly from the great evil abroad.
The little girl tumbled to her knees, her dainty fingers pulling at the sticky slime that swarmed around her head. Those blue swimming pools of eyes soon turned bloodshot and crazed from overpowering fear and immense pain.
Hiccupped screams escaped from her mouth and the dark oily substance stuffed itself in all openings. Her mouth gushed with the dark liquid as her eyes swam in the watery puddle of oozing slime. Instead of green bugers dripping from nostrils, webs of sticky black matter trickled out of the exposed openings.
The little girl was enveloped in this slime, she couldn't get out.
There was no hope for her…only dangerous fear held her by the hand as agonizing pain seared through her flesh.
Her body disappeared long after that but was soon seen again by new different, fear stricken, eyes. Evil new feelings were her passion and the lust for kill was now her hobby.
The little girl became no longer sweet and innocent but sick and sinister.
Many other victims were taken and soon the whole village was destroyed by the boiling oily waters.
After that, the next village was taken, and the next, and the next, and the next….
Evil became known. Prisoners became undead servants. Villages became danger zones. And the existence of life dwindled to very few.
This evil was young and had recently cropped into existence though. No wisdom flowed through it, only the sweet desire for kill, the thirst for blood, and the undying need for death.
Soon, it met its match.
There were more beings out in the world other than the beings that appeared human: fairies, elves, wizards, angels, mermaids, nymphs, and more where that came from existed too.
Many of those beings came to the peoples aids.
There were also many other beings out there that associated with the darkness though. They traveled long distances to keep the powers of the dark in check and assertively fought back to regain control.
Demons, vampires, warlocks, witches, monsters, devils, trolls, and others swarmed around with vengeance clear on their minds.
Some beings were in-between the section of light and dark. A few dematz, wizards, wolves, giants, and dwarves split in half of their races to join one side of the balance.
By now the sick goopy slime had taken over with the help of the dark creatures.
This evil material had a mind of its own though and one night it suffocated a young demon presently in a vampires form. It had begun to eat all of the beings that had tried to strengthen its power. The evil creation knew that it'd gain these creatures power by sucking it in but it had a plan to go along with its scheming mind.
It used that one demon to take advantage of the others. It took over the demons mind and commanded him to do its bidding.
Soon, almost all of the beings had been conquered by the multiplying waters of evil.
Just when the darkness believed the world was it's, the young demon boy persisted against its strength. With many more raging minds deep inside its goopy depths it was rather difficult to settle this seething mind down.
Soon the dark folds lost control of the demon and he escaped. His vengeance was yet soon to begin though.
He unleashed all of his remaining strength inside of him and stripped the darkness of its energy used for multiplying itself.
The evil things hatred for the demon burnt through ground. The boiling liquids would not cease until its leftover strength began to relinquish. By now a hundred foot deep hole was submerged with black waters. The long strips of goo could not escape from the hole yet it urged just one ribbon of slime to slip around the demons ankle and pull him in.
The two powerful minds battled against each other but the darkness was young and weak so it lost. It now only commands the beings it had taken captive. The young demon controls his own mind yet he cannot escape. He is forever imprisoned along with the dark gooey strands of evil.
There is a good side to this story though. Almost all of the evil beasts have been swallowed up from the darkness and now are trapped as undead forms inside of the evil substance. The land begins to nourish and the plants that had been scorched by evils touch blossomed in full view.
The people that mainly inhabit this world and that were first struck by the hands of darkness came back out of hiding. They were the Sunam, as fast as vampires and as beautiful as nymphs. Streaks of a different color from the original hair color marked them as the Sunam. They were great at replenishing things with their minds. Sports were their thing too; they liked to test their strength and agility.
The pool of the black sticky goo is just a mile away from the Sunam villages. No one dares go a foot near it for that dark story from long ago is still embedded in their minds. The memories of old fears, chaotic destruction, and the disappearance of hope still haunts their dreams. The sunam use this story to teach their kids to go nowhere near the dark poisonous waters – except they never speak of how truly twisted and frightening those days were.
Decades passed and still the memories burned fiercely in the elders.
Centuries swept by and yet no one was alive that had gone through those terrifying events; everyone was wise enough to remember the tormenting stories told from their parents.
Millenniums ticked on and no one dared to be in reach of the scarring place. Even if some of the stories structures of how it went had been lost to time the presence of evil was thick in the air there and everyone gave it a wide berth.
Eons then rolled on by the world and the smart minds strayed far away from the prison that held evil and destruction inside. Now, though, young and immature minds dared one another to touch the black substance. Some were drowned by the long grasping hands that shot up from the waters and pulled in. A very few only burned there bodies but came back alive to have their lesson learned with repetitive nightmares.
Those inexperienced fools that unexpectedly came to their deaths were usually kids that didn't know any better. Soon enough, though, parents became even more protective and clung to their kids in fear.
The village only held a few sunam, for most had fled from the evil terror just feet away from them. Dark nightmares haunted their dreams and escaping the foul village brought hope to them that the evil presence would banish from their minds forever.
Lots of sunam had lost kids and friends that had stupidly ventured out to the evil surging waters. No one ever came back once they passed those thorny bushes that sheltered the small dark pond.
Most sunam even attempted suicide if a loved one died underneath the grasping fingers of the dead that dwelled inside the darkness. These people claimed to envision their friends or kids being mercilessly tortured under those black waters. They'd go crazy and jump into the darkness to try and save them or would naturally wind up just killing themselves out of desperation.
Overall, this wasn't a happy little village. Fear haunted the inhabitant's minds and an evil presence roamed inside.
There was suspicion all around for a rumor of some bullies hauling out a terrified child and dumping him in the wicked pond spread around. Trust was soon banished from the village then and cold shoulders were given to everyone they met out of their suspicion.
If only the villagers could have ignored that strong sinister presence and gone on with their lives everything would be better. But no, some minds were pulled towards the evil calling and stupidly dared to follow it.
The survivors that came back from an encounter from the vile place was thought of corrupted and was shunned – or hauled back out there to be dumped in those black taunting waters.
Over the years the villagers began to get a hold over themselves but pathetic fear still controlled their lives. The good thing was that nobody went out to the foul presence of the evil slime anymore. Hopefully, nobody would be stupid enough to be dared into going near it.
Yet only five years passed and one person had to sneak over to the slime-filled pond of darkness; except this sunam didn't know anything. She was only six and was just following that strange feeling in the air that she did not fully understand.
Three out of the five moons were envisioned shining in the clear night sky. They lit up the young girl's fiery red hair. Her light grey eyes sparkled with curiosity as she neared the pit filled to the brim with darkness. She recalled her mother one time calling this pond Vero. It meant 'evil' in their language. Their language wasn't usually spoken now because it was created when the darkness arose. The sunam felt the language was cursed so they adopted the human's language. It was easy to understand to their race.
As the girl pushed her way past the bloodstained thorns the feeling in the air became stronger. She pondered over this feeling, never before ever sensing this in her life.
Only once had the little girl felt this odd consuming feeling before, when she had gone over here – yes, she had survived an encounter with the Vero.
It was only a week ago…