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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
All was dark. As Lias sat silently in the damp cell, he could make out only images of what was in there with him. The dark outline of what looked to be a dead prisoner, long ago rotted and gone, with nothing but its horrid bones left as a legacy of who was there. The cell floor was wet, and made up of large stones. The sound of dripping water could be heard, as well as scurrying animals making their homes in the dark crevices. The faint noise of a man crying out in horrible pain could be heard from a chamber down the hall. As he began to drift off, he heard a distant scraping sound, as if two blocks were sliding against each other. Instantly his senses were alert. He glanced around the cell like a wildcat, but saw nothing but the shifting darkness. As he began to relax, his senses numbing once again, oblivious to what was there, someone or something grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. The hand felt as if it had been that of a beast, and the hot breath smelling of the stench of raw meat. The creature slowly turned him a round, and what he saw frightened him more than the cell and his entire situation at all. All h e could see of the creature was his dark outline and his eyes. Those eyes. The glowed in the darkness like an evil spirit's. The yellow eyes seemed to be the only thing there after a time, so great was his fear. Just when he thought there was no hope for him the creature let him go and backed up to his tunnel. "If you wish to return to the world of the light, come with me. If you don't trust me, by all means stay. You will just end up like that poor man, though." As he said this he beckoned to the skeleton hanging from the wall across the room. The voice sounded more beast than man, yet Lias knew it was a man. Taking a great leap of faith, he followed the man. Crawling on hands and knees, they traveled through a small tunnel. Its bottom was so rough that after a time his hands began to cut up like flesh on razors. The air began to get very thick and hard to breath in. Just as he thought the conditions could get no worse, the tunnel seemed to get smaller. Still they continued on. They crawled for what seemed hour, and still nothing came. The sounds of the dungeon grew louder and then faded into silence as they moved, and he could hear the torture some of these people were going through. Their agonizing screams sent chills down his spine. And suddenly, there was light. They emerged out of their tunnel into a well-lit hallway. The torches burned brightly, and behind one of the doors, he could here the sounds of men feasting. He didn't notice when the guards came around the corner. They were about to question the two when his companion took off running. Lias, not knowing what to do, took off like a rocket. His fear drove him down the corridors and halls, never stopping, never looking behind. The man in front of him opened a massive door in front of him and beckoned Lias. They were once again in the darkness. A sharp scraping sound could be heard in the darkness, like claws on stone. They felt a hot breeze blowing through the room they entered, but there were no windows, and the door was closed. As they sat quietly in the room, the wind turned to a distinct breathing pattern. The breathing became louder and louder as they waited. Suddenly, his companion lit up a torch he found on the wall. As its brilliant fire flared to life, the room was lit by its soft glow. With the soft glow came the horrors of both of them. They were in no room, but another dungeon. And this dungeon contained no man, but a dragon. The massive dragon shielded its eyes from the light and then spread its wings. It was the color of a dark pine forest. The wings had a color of burnt brown underneath. As it rose to its full height, the razor-sharp claws scrapped against the stone floor. In its eyes the two could see its anger flare to life. Frozen in horror, the dragon moved closer, moving in for the kill. Just as Lias regained mobility of his legs, he heard the evil laughter of his companion. He glanced at him in horror as he realized his mistake. His mistake, that left the room and locked the door. And with the exit of his companion left the light. He shrank against the wall, not even daring to guess where the creature was. Chances are, it could see him, but he could not see it. [This message has been edited by Dawn Eclipse (edited 04-03-2000).] |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
"hot breath smelling of the stench of raw meat." ooohh. good line here! Scary piece and very descriptive. Joy |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Cool story Cassie! Dark mood and a cool ending. Good writing! Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
I liked this very much. Your story kept me in suspense and the end was surprising. (although I'm a dragon lover. LOL) Enjoyed this very much ! |
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