When stone meets stone with power great
Through which roaring chaos breeds
"I found something!" The excavationer's voice echoed through the temple hall.
And slowly it doth kill an age
Despite life's endless pleas
"Wow. It's in perfect condition! This must be the oldest text ever found in such a preserved state," said the head scientist as he gazed mystified at the writing.
Then earth confused gives life to those
Who bring with them a curse
"W-wait…I can…I can read it?" said the woman, sounding increasingly frightened.
"Hey, so can I!" said the head scientist. The other nodded his head, too stunned to say anything.
Ragnorok
The oblivion of time and universe
The letters burst into a gold-rimmed black flame, but the flames never strayed from the shape of the alien text. The wall in front of the scientists suddenly began to ripple, and as it did, every crack fused together. When it stopped, the whole wall was a huge, silver-gray plain with not a single flaw. And a hideous screeching sound began to reach their ears. The screeching, like the text was as alien as a crop circle, yet they understood every word.
"Help! Help please! Come to my aid!" It was a calm, soothing voice. A mystifying voice. Unwavering, yet sorrowful.
"Help?" sighed the woman. "How can we…help you…" questioned the head scientists in a concerning voice.
"Come to me. Come. Follow my voice. Follow, and you will find a dark path. Follow it to the light. Come to the light, and break through the sealed red gateway. Come to my aid. Hurry." The "hurry" sounded odd, and for a moment, the scientists flinched. But the voice took hold again. "Hurry. I need help."
"What…what is your name?" asked the discoverer of the text.
"Come, and I will tell all," said the voice, with only the slightest hint of irritation. "I will tell all in due time." The serene voice began to pitch to a click a few times. And with each click, the hypnotic effect wore off a bit more.
"I said, what is your name." said the man sternly, tightening his grip on a flashlight. He was holding it like a club.
"At your request." The voice was rough, and clicking could be heard during pauses.
Them the screeching returned. "My name is…just call me Twilight."
"That is an odd name," said the woman.
"I don't recognize your accent," interjected the man. "Where are you from?"
There was a pause. Only the breathing of the scientists could be heard.
"Do you hear war drums?" asked the head scientists. The others listened. There was a faint pounding, as if from far off. Or was it?
"The pounding is co-" The head scientist's sentence stopped abruptly, followed by a soft scraping.
"Professor?"
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