Origin
An open window let in a slight breeze; the air was sweet smelling and fresh, circulating the dead air of the musty room. Deep red silk curtains glistened in the evening sunlight, painting the white walls orange. The floors were of a deep cherry wood, accenting the curtains that spilled off of the windowsill like a blood waterfall, and pooled on the floor. Golden symbols inscribed the borders of the room, alien writing in gold's and brass's, illegible by the human mind, for no one knew how to decipher it.
The room was bare, save for three things. A mirror, intricately carved to show some sort of battle, cherubs lined the right side of the mirror, their faces pained and fearful, when one would think their faces would show serenity and happiness. On the opposing side winged fiends grinned, their wings open and black, their eyes black pearls, their teeth carved of ivory. Each of the carvings sat on a symbol, similar to the ones on the floor, illegible. The mirror itself was odd and peculiar, the reflection of the room was different, and instead of an empty room it was overly crowded with trinkets, books, and runes. Although the symbols still surrounded the room, but they glowed and pulsed, as blood pulses through your veins. The other two things in the room other than the oval mirror were what appeared to be normal, one was a book, old and worn with a suede cover and metal bindings that crossed the cover protecting it, another symbol was present burned into the suede. The last thing was a simple four-post bed. Symbols covered the four posts, the wood was black as if charred and burned. The symbols stood out of the wood, although not charred or harmed in any way, they were bright gold. Four crystal shards were atop the posts, glistening in the light. The sheets were of velvet and satin, plush and soft to the touch. The pillows were large and soft, more then welcoming to a tired soul, although they may never wake up.
One thing that was most peculiar was the book, although plain and ordinary to the eye, this leather bound book was unique. It glowed an eerie green glow, and a lock was on the metal clasp, although the binding was of a silver, the lock was of another metal, more recently placed to keep curious eyes away and not to read the writings that were ancient to all of time. This book should not be read, this room should not be entered, this house should not be real, but it is.and this is where it all begins.
This will have something to do with DBZ next chapter this was just an introduction to.*sigh* who knows what. I just type and stories appear. Any ways, disclaimer will be in the next chapter as well, so if you want to see what all this means, then press the button below and review! Thank you so much to all that read and review this. Although I have not yet thought of a title for the story.maybe just origin? Review and tell me what you think.
P.S. sorry it was so short.*smiles apologetically* ^ _ ^
An open window let in a slight breeze; the air was sweet smelling and fresh, circulating the dead air of the musty room. Deep red silk curtains glistened in the evening sunlight, painting the white walls orange. The floors were of a deep cherry wood, accenting the curtains that spilled off of the windowsill like a blood waterfall, and pooled on the floor. Golden symbols inscribed the borders of the room, alien writing in gold's and brass's, illegible by the human mind, for no one knew how to decipher it.
The room was bare, save for three things. A mirror, intricately carved to show some sort of battle, cherubs lined the right side of the mirror, their faces pained and fearful, when one would think their faces would show serenity and happiness. On the opposing side winged fiends grinned, their wings open and black, their eyes black pearls, their teeth carved of ivory. Each of the carvings sat on a symbol, similar to the ones on the floor, illegible. The mirror itself was odd and peculiar, the reflection of the room was different, and instead of an empty room it was overly crowded with trinkets, books, and runes. Although the symbols still surrounded the room, but they glowed and pulsed, as blood pulses through your veins. The other two things in the room other than the oval mirror were what appeared to be normal, one was a book, old and worn with a suede cover and metal bindings that crossed the cover protecting it, another symbol was present burned into the suede. The last thing was a simple four-post bed. Symbols covered the four posts, the wood was black as if charred and burned. The symbols stood out of the wood, although not charred or harmed in any way, they were bright gold. Four crystal shards were atop the posts, glistening in the light. The sheets were of velvet and satin, plush and soft to the touch. The pillows were large and soft, more then welcoming to a tired soul, although they may never wake up.
One thing that was most peculiar was the book, although plain and ordinary to the eye, this leather bound book was unique. It glowed an eerie green glow, and a lock was on the metal clasp, although the binding was of a silver, the lock was of another metal, more recently placed to keep curious eyes away and not to read the writings that were ancient to all of time. This book should not be read, this room should not be entered, this house should not be real, but it is.and this is where it all begins.
This will have something to do with DBZ next chapter this was just an introduction to.*sigh* who knows what. I just type and stories appear. Any ways, disclaimer will be in the next chapter as well, so if you want to see what all this means, then press the button below and review! Thank you so much to all that read and review this. Although I have not yet thought of a title for the story.maybe just origin? Review and tell me what you think.
P.S. sorry it was so short.*smiles apologetically* ^ _ ^