Desalina's POV
"Desalina, your task awaits you" Saruman demanded. I vigorously knelt onto my knee to where my superior was laying reluctantly. The stone cold densed slabs were covered by Saruman's once white cloak but now the shade of opaque. Scrutinise by his murky, deadly eyes he compelled "If ever you do not complete the task you shall be sent beneath the fiery pits of Mordor, to the dark creases, where the light does not linger and the still air smouldering. Where you'll not be devoured by the unknown creatures that creep abnormally in the grudges of these creases, but by ones everlasting regrets". He placed his withering hand over my contused gnashed cheek which took inexplicable amount of effort. Even though his pale aged face was full of forbid,it resembled a potrait of sorrow." Do not remember not of the past. Overlook those who are misguided by hope,love and good, they are at the mercy of a fool's dream. Those individuals are weak and pettiful, they deserve nothing but the gift of torment and death. Remember what you was raised to do, from the resinmence of the energies of Sauron. You shall finish the task and restore Sauron and I to our upmost glory, future empress of Middle earth, whom I raised as my own" as Saluman uttered his last words, I said only for my own reassurance "Not completing the task is not the destiny I sought. My destiny is to complete the task and I shall" I stared intently for a moment at my superior once his eyelids painlessly shut over his gloomy eyes. I felt an excruciating pain erupt on my back as if someone took a scalding hot poker stick searing my skin with it.I tentatively rose from my fixed position ignoring the pain once it resided an inch.
My eyes started to wander around the towering walls that were built of rock and stone. The walls which stood for hundreds of thousands of years, which lay under Rhudaur the "Evil wood". Inside Saruman's vasts chamber where he lived the rest of his life in sanctum, resembled that of a depiction of errie presences and of neglection, the walls whispered their own thoughts. Unexpectedly, to your surprise, the interior was that of a magnificent fortress with many rooms that tell their own stories. My favourite room to occupy my time in, is the room that holds a secret door (not easily visible by the mortal eye), is where I like to spend my time in, carving the walls with stories of what I remember of my past . The only source of light was that by candles which I lighted. Inspite of this forgotten location, I feel at home. I cannot dream of anywhere else I rather be, it would feel surreal.
But I'm ready.
Time. The only factor not in my control. A low venomous hiss escaped from my full scathed lips indignantly.
My task has just begun...