Death Bed- the Bed that eats people.
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING at all, my life sucks. Nothing = Narnia, Beds, Death, or the beds that people die on, because really, who wants a dead person's bed? But I do own my characters, most of their actions, and a few other letters. Do not steal them, this means you!
Chapter 1 Evil comes often and oddly
Gemus was a faun. Now there is nothing wrong with being a faun. Fauns are, in fact, usually quite nice. But Gemus was something else. Gemus was missing. The fact that Gemus was missing was not be itself a very bad thing. But Gemus was old. Very, very, very, old. He was so old that it was even funny, not that being old is funny. Why Gemus was missing, no one knew. Because if they did, they would have found him a heck of a lot faster than they did. Gemus was on his last leg. I hear that happens when an angry non-talking bear attacks you. As one Narnian said to another, "Gemus is dying, and no, you cannot have his other leg!" As a disclaimer, that was a mother talking to her four-year-old son. So when a person is dying you don't expect them to just disappear. Some said he had ran off, others claimed that Gemus was robbed and kidnapped. But the idea kidnapping was largely discounted. Gemus wasn't really the kind of person who one would want to kidnap. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but when a person (or faun) never, ever, ever stops talking. Ever. At all. Being as old as Gemus was wasn't easy. Note: I have no experience of being that old, few humans do, but I've heard it's really pain. Mostly for others.
If he had been robbed, it would be a rather strange robbing indeed. For every last thing that Gemus had own was gone. Except for one item. A beautiful bed made of bronze and some other mysterious metal not known to us. I was just there, in the center of the room. The entire house was striped clean. If one had not known what a marvelous space it had been before, they would have been even more confused by the sight of a bed in the middle of a cave.
Gemus was a lonely old faun. He sadly had no family to bestow any of his belongings on, not that he had to many now. So Gemus' house, and bed where put up for auction. I cannot seem to remember who bought his house, and honesty it doesn't matter. Lets call them, mystery person A. But the bed (which in case you didn't notice is important) was sold to a man form Calorman by the name of Ghatsa. The bed was promptly shipped back to Ghatsa's home
13-months later, when by this time everyone had forgotten about Gemus, Ghatsa was found to be a Calorman spy. With that, Ghatsa quickly fled Narnia. When he returned home, everything was perfectly normal. And he found all of his riches form the northern land of barbarians. And when he saw his new bed, he was more than overjoyed.
"Ah, my bed! For you, I paid over a hundred crescents! But how can I use you, oh beautiful bed? For you are the bed of a sick goat man, I shall be too large for you, alas…"
But when he decide to sit on the bed, something odd happened. Almost immediately, the bed seemed to become the perfect size for man of Ghatsa's height to sleep in. Ghasta then felt oddly sleepily. Without changing his clothes or calling anyone to say what he was planning, he fell into a deep, deep, deep, deep sleep.
If you had been there, as my friend a young dark skinned servant boy, was, you'd have seen the mattress open into four equally sized flaps. You'd see Ghatsa slowly sink into a gapping hole. Then a bright purple light would shine and the bed would slowly close. Ghasta was nowhere to be seen. And the bed sought a new victim.
Well, that's the first chapter. And don't worry, the plot will include more than just a bed that goes around eating people. If any of you think this thing has a chance, please stay tuned, read, and review. New chapters coming soon.
