A/N: This idea for a story came to me yesterday and I knew I had to write it. I'm pretty sure it's the creepiest thing I've ever written, but I also think it's really good. I explored how the use of every word in a story affects the entire mood, so review after you've read it and tell me how I did! Last thing: this doesn't really have my own character, but since the point of view isn't from a human, that's what I put.
The Voyage of Time
Dark. Empty. Dusty. The very atmosphere of a waiting danger. The years crawled by as snails on a ledge, waiting… waiting… waiting. What was the point? An innocent girl, an evil witch, an offense taken. What was the profit in one hundred years' sleep? Revenge? Repaid debt? Was there any to be had?
The disaster lie in wait for longer than sixteen years unbeknownst to anyone but the cruel fairy. A corner of the centuries-old domain. A nook. A cranny. No living thing had stepped foot there since the very first sovereign had crept in with his own secret. A treasure secretly taken from a recently deceased soul. Setting it down carefully, he had whispered to its whetted mahogany point, "I will come back for you. You shall rescue this kingdom from its impoverished state. You are our last hope." With those words still seeping through the stone walls, he had silently abandoned it.
The intricately carved wood. The beautiful scarlet-brown stain. A spindle once meant to save a reign was now to bring its progeny down. It brooded there, collecting dust, in the same manner as the castle stood: sturdy, beautiful, and ancient. Why was a savior to be forced by an outsider, an evildoer, a broken heart, to undo the family that upheld its refuge? The wood and nails, once harmless, to become the fear of an entire country?
What once had been beautifully great had fallen to being beautifully feared. The monstrosity of will settled back down to continue on the voyage of time before another victim's curiosity led to their own demise.