Part 5.
Filia squirmed in adgitation. Her back arched as she fought the thick ropes latched to her hands and ankles. As they tore her skin she hissed, looking all the part of a female golden dragon. She was back in the dark again. Her captures had shoved her out in the light, probably to get a better look at their prey, joked around a bit, and now she was back in the cool confines of the earth's core. She was in a smaller room this time, she could reach out and touch all four walls at one time and they felt cool and moist to the touch, like the walls themselves were sweating. Through the dark, she made out a detatchment of rock; what probably served as a door in the far corner. Beyond that, a glimmer of light lived, illuminating her ghostly tomb. That's what it was after all.a tomb. Lying in the very stomach of the earth itself, were better a place to die? Filia shook her head. What were these thoughts? She had no reason to sucumbe to terror. There was every possibility that she would be released shortly, she had nothing to worry about. But, if this was a tomb, what poor unfortunate's souls were lying here beside her? All kinds of ghastly images flooded her minds of creatures from the deep of the earth and she perceived a hand reach out and touch her hand ever so slightly. She could not hold a second longer. Filia let out a shrile scream and footsteps were heard in the hallway outside her room. As what she rightly labeld a door swong open, she imagined she heard ever so slightly a hiss, before light flooded the chamber.
Zelgadis felt a knee catch him in the stomach before he fell onto the dirt. He winced slightly as his arms were grabbed roughly and shoved behind his back before he was jerked upwards again. He was in the middle of a large clearing, not far from the campsite that he had seen before on the road. At the edge of the clearing, where the grass met the trees, stood a mass of great stones sticking up out of the ground in grotesque angles. He noticed a faint crack in one of the stones, but could not distinguish more than that. As one of his captors shoved him forward, the other grinned at him and began into one of the legendary tourture techniques the band was famous for. Zelgadis began to moan softly as his head pounded from the attack. The last thing he remembered before blacking out from the pain was the man's gruff voice singing, ".my bebe, you dunno."*
Amelia turned the bend on the last strech to her friend's house. As she turned the corner, she was greated by the greatest look of peacefull serenity. At the edge of the road stood a small cottage, thatched and covered in stone with a small sign of a teacup on it and a sign that read, "Maces and Vaces." Amelia smiled to herself. Ms Filia certainly did enjoy clever names even though the shop was also known for it's excellent supply of tea that they ordered once a month from a merchant over the mountain. Anxious to greet her long separated friends, Amelia began to hurry down the path, unknowing of the dark shadow that followed her.
Xellos neared the crevice. He felt a certain sense of doom creep over him and he knew that no matter how this battle turned out, he would loose. Would be pounded into the ground, stripped till only the bare minimum of his soul still existed. Even worse? He had never known this feeling of anxiety before. Other situations had certainly been more dangerous than the one he was undertaking, but all those still held a chance out. This situation, however. He had heard the humans use the term, "lose lose situation." That's what he was going into. No matter what, no power, no cunning, not even his cheerfull façade. Nothing could possibly save him from this tourture. He reached the crevice and let out a small moan before letting the black engulf him.
Zelas grinned evily in self satisfaction. Her deed was over. Her work accomplished. Now all she had to do was sit back and watch. Oh, and hope that Xellos, her squire would remember the fabulous wine that town was famous for. So done, she allowed the smoke to engulf her as she left the cave and headed back for Wolfpack island.
* Incase you're lucky enough not to know this, this is the opening to Fair Winds, evil song of the slayers world.
Filia squirmed in adgitation. Her back arched as she fought the thick ropes latched to her hands and ankles. As they tore her skin she hissed, looking all the part of a female golden dragon. She was back in the dark again. Her captures had shoved her out in the light, probably to get a better look at their prey, joked around a bit, and now she was back in the cool confines of the earth's core. She was in a smaller room this time, she could reach out and touch all four walls at one time and they felt cool and moist to the touch, like the walls themselves were sweating. Through the dark, she made out a detatchment of rock; what probably served as a door in the far corner. Beyond that, a glimmer of light lived, illuminating her ghostly tomb. That's what it was after all.a tomb. Lying in the very stomach of the earth itself, were better a place to die? Filia shook her head. What were these thoughts? She had no reason to sucumbe to terror. There was every possibility that she would be released shortly, she had nothing to worry about. But, if this was a tomb, what poor unfortunate's souls were lying here beside her? All kinds of ghastly images flooded her minds of creatures from the deep of the earth and she perceived a hand reach out and touch her hand ever so slightly. She could not hold a second longer. Filia let out a shrile scream and footsteps were heard in the hallway outside her room. As what she rightly labeld a door swong open, she imagined she heard ever so slightly a hiss, before light flooded the chamber.
Zelgadis felt a knee catch him in the stomach before he fell onto the dirt. He winced slightly as his arms were grabbed roughly and shoved behind his back before he was jerked upwards again. He was in the middle of a large clearing, not far from the campsite that he had seen before on the road. At the edge of the clearing, where the grass met the trees, stood a mass of great stones sticking up out of the ground in grotesque angles. He noticed a faint crack in one of the stones, but could not distinguish more than that. As one of his captors shoved him forward, the other grinned at him and began into one of the legendary tourture techniques the band was famous for. Zelgadis began to moan softly as his head pounded from the attack. The last thing he remembered before blacking out from the pain was the man's gruff voice singing, ".my bebe, you dunno."*
Amelia turned the bend on the last strech to her friend's house. As she turned the corner, she was greated by the greatest look of peacefull serenity. At the edge of the road stood a small cottage, thatched and covered in stone with a small sign of a teacup on it and a sign that read, "Maces and Vaces." Amelia smiled to herself. Ms Filia certainly did enjoy clever names even though the shop was also known for it's excellent supply of tea that they ordered once a month from a merchant over the mountain. Anxious to greet her long separated friends, Amelia began to hurry down the path, unknowing of the dark shadow that followed her.
Xellos neared the crevice. He felt a certain sense of doom creep over him and he knew that no matter how this battle turned out, he would loose. Would be pounded into the ground, stripped till only the bare minimum of his soul still existed. Even worse? He had never known this feeling of anxiety before. Other situations had certainly been more dangerous than the one he was undertaking, but all those still held a chance out. This situation, however. He had heard the humans use the term, "lose lose situation." That's what he was going into. No matter what, no power, no cunning, not even his cheerfull façade. Nothing could possibly save him from this tourture. He reached the crevice and let out a small moan before letting the black engulf him.
Zelas grinned evily in self satisfaction. Her deed was over. Her work accomplished. Now all she had to do was sit back and watch. Oh, and hope that Xellos, her squire would remember the fabulous wine that town was famous for. So done, she allowed the smoke to engulf her as she left the cave and headed back for Wolfpack island.
* Incase you're lucky enough not to know this, this is the opening to Fair Winds, evil song of the slayers world.
