---- The Beginning, The Narrator
"I... I've found it!" came a cry from deep within the laberynth,
echoeing forever. The surprised voice of a young man as he ran
up the dark hallway, lit only by torched. Eerie shadows danced
in the corners as the light flickered, and the sound of quick
footsteps seemed to make the light quiver.
He came running into view of the rest of his party, whom had
been searching the rest of the corrider they explored. They
emerged from the rooms they were scouring, and looked down the
hall to see the youngest of their party running toward them,
holding up a torch in one hand, and a book under his arm in the
other. He approached the eldest of the group, and presented the
book to him.
"This... this has to be what we've been searching for!" he said
in sheer excitement, somewhat out of breath from his run. The
man took the book, and held it to the light. The cover showed no
words, only the image of a fearsome demon, mouth agape, coated
in gold. A devillish smile creased the old man's face, and he
looked up to the young man.
"Ahh yes..." he began, as he stared coldly at the man. "I've
found it."
Puzzled, the young man looked at him. "But, I..."
With a frighteningly quick movement, the older man thrusted
himself forward, and a low but distinct tearing sound could be
heard. The other members of the group stood silent, watching as
the shadows danced around them. The old man stood back, holding
the book under his arm, and clutching a now bloody blade in the
other. The young man, eyes wide, stepped back slowly... holding
his chest over his heart... looking at the old man... fear and
confusion in his eyes. Stumbling, he sank to his knees, and
slumped onto his side.
The old man turned to his companions, and grabbed a torch which
was secured to the wall. "Now, let us return to Caine." said he
as he walked down the dark corrider. "It will be refreshing to
see the sunlight again..."
"W... wait..." whispered the young man, as he lay in a pool of
his own blood... the darkness swallowing him as they party
followed the old man.
Darkness.
"I... I've found it!" came a cry from deep within the laberynth,
echoeing forever. The surprised voice of a young man as he ran
up the dark hallway, lit only by torched. Eerie shadows danced
in the corners as the light flickered, and the sound of quick
footsteps seemed to make the light quiver.
He came running into view of the rest of his party, whom had
been searching the rest of the corrider they explored. They
emerged from the rooms they were scouring, and looked down the
hall to see the youngest of their party running toward them,
holding up a torch in one hand, and a book under his arm in the
other. He approached the eldest of the group, and presented the
book to him.
"This... this has to be what we've been searching for!" he said
in sheer excitement, somewhat out of breath from his run. The
man took the book, and held it to the light. The cover showed no
words, only the image of a fearsome demon, mouth agape, coated
in gold. A devillish smile creased the old man's face, and he
looked up to the young man.
"Ahh yes..." he began, as he stared coldly at the man. "I've
found it."
Puzzled, the young man looked at him. "But, I..."
With a frighteningly quick movement, the older man thrusted
himself forward, and a low but distinct tearing sound could be
heard. The other members of the group stood silent, watching as
the shadows danced around them. The old man stood back, holding
the book under his arm, and clutching a now bloody blade in the
other. The young man, eyes wide, stepped back slowly... holding
his chest over his heart... looking at the old man... fear and
confusion in his eyes. Stumbling, he sank to his knees, and
slumped onto his side.
The old man turned to his companions, and grabbed a torch which
was secured to the wall. "Now, let us return to Caine." said he
as he walked down the dark corrider. "It will be refreshing to
see the sunlight again..."
"W... wait..." whispered the young man, as he lay in a pool of
his own blood... the darkness swallowing him as they party
followed the old man.
Darkness.