Scream in
Eternia
Copyright ©1998 J.C. Stevens, JR
Some characters are copyrighted by Mattel,
Inc. or Hallmark, Inc.
Prologue
In
the opaque night of an Eternian village an innocent lady's face peeped up in
response to an odd knock on the door. The villager's diminutive legs
apprehensively moved across the floor of her small abode.
"Timiña" quivered the
villager's soft voice. "Is that you?"
There
was no answer. A small hand reached up and opened the door. The villager
stepped out the door and her head turned from side to side looking down the
way, but there was no one there. Her legs stepped back into the house and she
closed the door behind her.
The
chair rocked back as the villager sat down. A halfway finished knitting lay on
the floor waiting for its maker's return. A hand descended toward it, and there
was a knock at the door.
The
hand retracted back and the villager was startled by the sudden knock.
"Who's there?"
No answer.
The
lady hesitantly moved across the room again. Her hand slowly unlatched the door
and opened it. Her eyes scanned outside the doorway.
There
was no one there. The villager stepped out of the doorway slightly and turned
her head both ways down the road. No one was there.
"This
isn't funny." almost whispered the villager in a growingly frustrated
voice as tears almost ran from her small eyes.
She
aversely stepped back into the small abode. The door shut as a shaking hand
pushed it to its stop.
She
envisioned all the stories she's heard of Skeletor and his henchmen brutally
slaying the villagers, and leaving them to rot. An eerie shiver went up her
spine.
As
her leg started to move back towards her chair, there was another knock. Out of
pure frustration and rage, the door flew open and the villager rushed out the
door.
"Who are you!" she
screamed. "What do you want?"
She
hunched over with tears flying down her face. Other villagers were hustling out
of their houses. Then a lady screamed and fainted.
Still
sobbing, her head flew up and her eyes gazed at the other villager's faces with
looks of horror on their faces. They must think I'm mad.
Her
head turned to another villager, and she noticed they weren't looking at her.
The look on her face turned to confusion, and her body turned to see what they
were looking at.
All
the color vanished from the woman's face and her eyes widened as much as they
could, as she saw her husband, Timiña, hanging from the doorway. His guts were
hanging out of his cleaved body. His body was hanging from a rope around his
halfway cut off head, and there was a pool of blood in the doorway. His body
was covered with pierces and blood was running off his fingertips.
Her
eyes tried to look away from the body, but they couldn't. A loud wale of her
name then came from the crowd. Her body immediately turned around and she saw a
man running for her. She didn't know what he was doing, and then she heard
something behind her.
Her
head turned around, and a knife was flying right towards her. Her eyes widened
as she noticed the hurling piece of vicious metal. With no time to move the
knife gouged into her head right between the eyes splitting her head open as
her brains hit the ground before she.
