Sorry for the super long break! Ill tell you why down below. Anyway, this is the preview for my new story, NAIAS!
A figure stands in a dark room, looking into a mirror. The room was sparsely furnished, only having an old Victorian couch and a matching chair. A Persian rug lay on the floor, and darkened pictures depicting different parts in the bible. The only things set apart in the room, was the baby grand piano in the corner, layered in dust, showing that the piano had not been used in a while. The other thing was the mirror. It took up most of the back wall, and didn't reflect anything. It was more like a computer, or window. The person looking into it had a cloak on, black satin hood pulled over their face. The person was wearing a Victorian dress, made with a black lacy material, and white laces woven into different parts of the dress. Long black hair cascaded down their shoulders, ending at about mid-thigh. Suddenly, they spoke.
"Mirror, Mirror, wake up." There was no way to explain the way their voice was. It sounded like one voice, but at the same time, it sounded like many voices harmonizing, from ancient voices to those of a three year old. "Mirror, Mirror, wake up. Mirror, Mirror, is it time? Mirror, Mirror, we want our revenge."
Suddenly, the mirror lit up, and a man's face comes up. The face looked like a young man's, with a bright grin, though it seemed… off. The worst part was the man had no eyes. Where his eyes should be, there was only empty sockets. "Hello, my children. It is almost time, do not fret."
The thing in the room claps. "Oh, great! Father, may we start piano again? We are bored so much of the time, and the piano just sits there, unused and sad."
Father laughs, a sort of demonic sounding laugh. "Why, but of course! Why don't you play daddy's favourite song?"
The figure nods, and runs over to the piano, gently brushing off the dust. "Here you go, daddy!" The person starts playing, a creepy tune coming out. The man smirks.
"You still remember! Or, I am so proud of you guys." Father smirks. "Romulus Vargas, eat your heart out." Suddenly, the figure stand up, hood falling back.
The face morphs into the face of a young man's. "Father! Do not bring up that scums name! Romulus is long dead, at least to us. He left with that human, and now is living cozily with his grandsons. We will crush them."
Father laughs, and nods. "But of course! Now, why don't you finish the song?"
So yeah. Why it took so long:
1) School, plain and simple
2) Sickness/infections.
3) TESTS!
4) My birthday! I am officially fourteen.
5) My class went on a trip to Washington DC on the 23-25. We got up at 2 am and got home at midnight.
Yeah... But, my group has gotten rid of our France(That bitch), and has gotten a Norway (our old Finny), a new Finland, a Denmark, and a China. Plus a few more, but thats really it.
Also, Romano has a stalker we call Dick Titty. Don't ask.
Until next time