Hi. I wrote this awhile back and decided to post it now. This I guess is a filler. I need some inspiration for my other story. Please review I want to see how I did. =D
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Visions of Kul Elna: The Massacre
Slowly falling, through the black…
I can't see… I can't hear.
Silence is all around…
I can't move… I can't breathe.
…What is going on?
As I fall,
images pass before my eyes…
thick clouds above my retinas, suddenly grip my mind.
"Sky an inky black, not a star or moon in sight.
Sands ever-shifting, changing all the time.
Monsters roaring all around…
villagers screaming out in fright"
What is going on?
Why am I seeing this?
… the images are coming back, I can't do a thing.
"The monsters, the soldiers, storm through the village…
Still the villagers scream,
Fighting back, but killed on sight.
All bodies collected, used for a dark brew.
A big and black bowl, filled…
With gold and death…
All are dead, cauldron filled to the brim.
The stench of death oppressive…
The fire is started, men in cloaks chant…
Gold and purple smoke billow out like reaching hands.
Soon there's only gold… after so much pain.
Tipping now, tipping over;
The cauldron pours the gold, filling molds in the stone.
Artifacts created from this foul spell.
The Millennium 7,
Of shadows born…
Suddenly the ground cracks!
A monstrous roar pierces the air,
Bodies fall,
Left and right.
Darkness flowing from the gold.
Shooting from the cracks.
The leader, the priest, grabs the items in his greed.
He runs, the shadows nipping at his heels.
The Roar, a screeching black hole of anger, sends shivers down his spine.
He runs faster, into the sands…
then crawling, through the endless sea of tan, coarse, gold.
Gone now, fate unknown.
Back now in the village, now can be seen…
Wraiths white as snow, transparent as glass, fill the dead village.
One boy,
One life.
Silver hair, purple eyes, caramel tan skin.
He hides.
Tortured memories…
Etched forever into his retinas.
In fear he shakes…
The wraiths call out, icy voices slither across his skin…
Whispering commands to the orphan…
His shaking continues… he doesn't want to listen.
Torturing visions enter the mind, at a wraiths ghosting touch.
First he saw,
Now he feels,
The melting torture of family.
Tears stream down his face…
He relents, down the stairs he goes.
One thudding step,
By step,
Short legs lead the boy down,
To screaming shadows…
'Talk to the Dark one'
'Make a deal'
'Kill those of Egypt's Royal Blood'
'Avenge us'
A constant mantra, rasped by wraiths, grating on his ears.
The cursed stone in the room
Purple darkness,
Glaring red eye.
The venomous voice fills the room
'Gain powers, to kill the Pharaoh'
'In return, Release me'
The boy…Scared and hesitant...But reluctantly…
He agrees.
Deal done,
Soul sold,
The Dark one, now commands."
Images fade, still I fall.
Skin…
Cold and clammy.
In fear I tremble,
Visions so real.
Where am I going?
When will I crash?
Wait…
A star?
I see it now.
The sky…
Deep blue and thick like a blanket and sprinkled with stars.
Its night?
Where am I?
… All thoughts fade,
As I hit the sands below.
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That's that. Please review I want to know how I did. I'm also debating on making this a series like thing or maybe into a story. Give me your input please.
Bye bye! XD
~Millennium