A single small room,
With a trapdoor leading to the mausoleum in the corner,
Racks holding unopened bottles of wine line the walls,
Rats scurry here there,
While spiders sit in their webs,
Waiting for something to get caught in them for them to eat.
A door leading upstairs lays locked in the corner,
It leads up to the Hall of Blood,
The door at the very end of it,
Where is the key?
It is somewhere in this room?
But where is it?
And these spiders…
They seem to watch you…
As if they know…
That you may never get out…
That you may be their next meal…1/17/2010 . Edited 1/17/2010 #1
Atirin sat down on the floor, letting the sword slip from his hand. He was exhausted, completely and entirely. He shut his eyes as he panted, trying to catch his breath. The icy feeling wouldn't let up, even when he was no longer surrounded by the ghosts of the dead. He felt as if whatever it was he was sensing was coming from within him…he couldn't sense it from anywhere else but from within. What is happening to me, why won't it let up?
He was in a cellar, small and gray and dusty. Wracks holding old bottles of wine lined the walls. There was absolutely nothing in here beyond the spiders sitting unmoving in their webs here and there, nothing at all that could make him sense such evil…
It was coming from within him, it was the only thing he could think of. Then he noticed one of his wings from the corner of his eye… He spread it out so that could see it better. The color was off. It was grayish, a smoky color. It had been white before, why was it gray now? He noticed that his hair had gone the exact same color, not an old person color, nothing near that shade. What is this? Why did this happen? Again questions without answers.
Finally catching his breath, he grabbed his sword and rose up. But he didn't return back to it's sheath, he didn't know what else might jump out at him. He reached for the door, a simple slab of wood with a doorknob, only to find it locked… Now he was getting frustrated. He didn't want to spend the time trying to find the key in this dark, decrepit place. Instead, he put force on the door, enough to break the latch. He climbed the stairs behind it and went through the door at top, leaving the cellar.
CHARACTER HEADED TO: THE HALL OF BLOOD
chapter end, next chapter: in the kitchen1/20/2010 . Edited 10/03/2010 #2
ENTERS THE CELLAR
After scurrying for at the least a few miles under ground, I dig into a peculiar little room. Shelves of wine seem to cover every wall, spiders dance on their miffed webs and rats passes me comfortably as if I'm one of them.
But I am not. I guess I'm just a very under-sized mole.
A flight of stairs immediately grabs my attention and I swiftly shift into my human form. Hurrying up the stairs, I feel them following me.
The door is locked.
I shifted back to a mole, feeling a little more at ease now that I'm fitting in again. Although, now what? There must be a key somewhere...
The spiders seem restless, most of them bundled in one corner, seeming to spin something in a thick cocoon.
So I know I'm bigger and all, but what if those spiders bite? It's unfortunate that my only fear is a spider.
I approach the cocoon as if it is the most normal thing to do, and I rip it from the crawling spiders. With I light shiver I race up the stairs with the key in my mouth.
When in front of the door, I quickly shift and unlock the door with my much convenient human hands.
HEADED TO: THE HALL OF BLOOD
END OF CHAPTER TWO11/16/2010 . Edited by Lomesa, 11/17/2010 #3
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