Silence surrounded the hibernated flesh of the sleeping souls that lay in the stomach of the pitch black tomb. The large motor parts creaked and turned as the clock turned Forty two years every thing ran as smoothly as it should each part turned accordingly to its purpose behind its large steel protective cover.

Each clock on both sides ticked away normally till the right hand clock's runes began to move faster than normal the runes clicked out of place and began to shift place out of their normal programmed routine.

A loud creaking echoed though the chamber breaking the black like cracking ice making some sort of life in the chamber. The parts in the walls on the right hand side began to moan deep whines of metal movement of parts that have remained sleeping like the hosts in its belly.

The chamber dimly lit itself up from a few small lamps upon the roof revealing a few dried up corpses and numbers of piled human bones of hunters who had found the chamber and fell right into the gas and acid trap that awaited them.

The large panels upon the right hand side creaked then made a horrific squealing of pulleys and aching movement as they shifted out of place revealing the true decorated chamber beneath. Bones, bodies and machinery they had tired to use to break in rolled and tumbled along the floor cover rolling onto the decorated tile floor bunching up around the edges.

The two gracefully appearing statues emerged from the floor, then in moments the right side floor groaned and ticked from gears moving, the floor opened up like a mouth and spat out the coffin from within that held the still sleeping host. As it stood erect another click was heard and the coffin turned itself lying horizontally flat.

The right hand clock made a nasty crack sound as three runes fell from their place making a loud clanking as they hit the floor something had malfunctioned.

The chamber once again fell still as only the large pendulum swung half exposed at the back of the chamber still ticking for the second asleep. For more than five hours the chamber lay still until finally movement came from the coffin that lay exposed. A subtle breath and a faint heartbeat was to be heart by immortal ears and that it did, deep in the shadow a looming darkness watched as a dry skeletal hand rose from the coffin and placed itself on the edge.


Thankyou all for your reviews for Chours of Dark Revelation. This is sort of a pilot/teaser for the final thrid instalment of the Song to the Siren series, I put this up for those who are continuiously asking for more. :) I may post the odd chapter over the next few weeks till then Im still on a break, see you then

-Evelyn-