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06-30-2013, 08:16 AM
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I sat there, quietly, trying not to move. The sound of footsteps had already vanished, but it took another two minutes until I finally dared to open my eyes again. I slowly turned my head around. The cell was almost empty, dimly lit by a candle from somewhere down the corridor. Iron bars cast long shadows on the wall and I felt cold steel around my wrists.
But there! In the opposite corner of the room were my bow and hunting knife. If I could reach those, I might be able to get rid of the chains tying me to the wall. Slowly, careful not to make any sound that would alarm possible guards, I shifted my body and extended my right arm.
The bow was nearly within reach. I could almost feel it inside my hand. Just a little bit further...
Footsteps! Immediately I backed down. Closing my eyes, I pretended to be asleep. Two distinct sounds echoed from the walls, slowly becoming louder and louder. 'Go on, go on, leave me here' was the only thought running through my head, faster and faster, in neverending circles like a ship caught in a vortex.
The two figures stopped right in front of my cell. I could feel their presence through the thin bars separating us, I could smell the scent of decay that the demon reeked of, I could hear the sharp metallic sounds every little movement of the knight at his side produced. The demons were but a forgery, lesser replicas of their master Julian, but in no way inferior to him when it came to malice and viciousness.
With a wailing, creaking sound, the door to my cell swung open.
'Get up you worthless piece of filth!', the demon shouted.
'Today is your lucky day. Though' - a hissing sound escaped from his lips - 'you might not agree with me here.'
Still not daring to open my eyes, I felt my body being lifted into the air, then being thrown back onto the ground. A sharp pain shot into my forehead as my face collided with the floor.
'Move, you rat. Or you'll find your end right here and now.'
Shaking and trembling, my heart beating like a drum I stood up, careful not to slip back on the ground. Putting one foot in front of the other, I staggered towards the light at the end of the hallway. The sense of a keen sword in my back reminded me not to slow down.
More cells, much akin to my own one, lined the way. Some were empty, in some others I could surmise faces in the dark, anxiously observing our little procession. Wherever I was led to, they would soon follow.
On and on we went, through smaller and wider corridors, up the stairs and across palatial halls, left and right but always higher upwards. At first, my joints were aching, but as time went on, a certain fatigue took possession of my body as well as my mind. I was drifting away and whatever was to happen, I felt too numb to conceive it.
In the end, I found myself in what appeared to be a large dining hall. A green carpet covered the ground and torches illuminated every corner. Parts of the wall had been cut out, allowing me to look out into the night.
The room was located several hundred feet above the ground. In the far distance I reckoned to catch sight of the forest I had lived in, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking, just a trick my mind was playing on me.
Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed that my two custodians had left, I was all on my own. A little voice in the back of my head told me to run for my live, 'now is your one chance and you have to darn take it', but I was unable to even move.
Suddenly, a chilling wind made the flames dance and sent cold shivers down my spine. The torches remained burning, but it seemed like the room had become darker, as if the air itself suffocated the light.
'What do I see here? Another one to join my army?', a ghostly voice whispered. It seemed to originate from everywhere and nowhere at once. I opened my mouth, but was unable to speak. Instead, I shook my head.
'You don't seem too thrilled yet. But don't worry, you don't have to decide for yourself, anyway. Just... embrace my gift to you.'
I heard a chant coming from below, sung with a deep voice in a tongue I had never heard before or since. As the singing grew louder, I felt something throbbing against my head, faster and faster, until the feeling suddenly turned into a searing pain. I collapsed on the ground, holding my head between my hands, trying to somehow make the pain go away. Hundreds of voices echoed in my head, drowning any clear thoughts of mine. Something was around me and it wanted to get in. The voices grew louder and louder, screaming furiously. One voice rose above the others.
'You are mine now.'
That sentence still resounding in my ears, I sighed out my soul. And in that very second, I was born again. The memory of my death is still fresh, yet it feels so distant. Just like it wasn't really me who died back then. I have trouble ordering my memories, scenes from the past appear shrouded and seem to fade even further with every passing day. The only thing I can remember with perfect clarity is my name.
My name... is Justin.
But there! In the opposite corner of the room were my bow and hunting knife. If I could reach those, I might be able to get rid of the chains tying me to the wall. Slowly, careful not to make any sound that would alarm possible guards, I shifted my body and extended my right arm.
The bow was nearly within reach. I could almost feel it inside my hand. Just a little bit further...
Footsteps! Immediately I backed down. Closing my eyes, I pretended to be asleep. Two distinct sounds echoed from the walls, slowly becoming louder and louder. 'Go on, go on, leave me here' was the only thought running through my head, faster and faster, in neverending circles like a ship caught in a vortex.
The two figures stopped right in front of my cell. I could feel their presence through the thin bars separating us, I could smell the scent of decay that the demon reeked of, I could hear the sharp metallic sounds every little movement of the knight at his side produced. The demons were but a forgery, lesser replicas of their master Julian, but in no way inferior to him when it came to malice and viciousness.
With a wailing, creaking sound, the door to my cell swung open.
'Get up you worthless piece of filth!', the demon shouted.
'Today is your lucky day. Though' - a hissing sound escaped from his lips - 'you might not agree with me here.'
Still not daring to open my eyes, I felt my body being lifted into the air, then being thrown back onto the ground. A sharp pain shot into my forehead as my face collided with the floor.
'Move, you rat. Or you'll find your end right here and now.'
Shaking and trembling, my heart beating like a drum I stood up, careful not to slip back on the ground. Putting one foot in front of the other, I staggered towards the light at the end of the hallway. The sense of a keen sword in my back reminded me not to slow down.
More cells, much akin to my own one, lined the way. Some were empty, in some others I could surmise faces in the dark, anxiously observing our little procession. Wherever I was led to, they would soon follow.
On and on we went, through smaller and wider corridors, up the stairs and across palatial halls, left and right but always higher upwards. At first, my joints were aching, but as time went on, a certain fatigue took possession of my body as well as my mind. I was drifting away and whatever was to happen, I felt too numb to conceive it.
In the end, I found myself in what appeared to be a large dining hall. A green carpet covered the ground and torches illuminated every corner. Parts of the wall had been cut out, allowing me to look out into the night.
The room was located several hundred feet above the ground. In the far distance I reckoned to catch sight of the forest I had lived in, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking, just a trick my mind was playing on me.
Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed that my two custodians had left, I was all on my own. A little voice in the back of my head told me to run for my live, 'now is your one chance and you have to darn take it', but I was unable to even move.
Suddenly, a chilling wind made the flames dance and sent cold shivers down my spine. The torches remained burning, but it seemed like the room had become darker, as if the air itself suffocated the light.
'What do I see here? Another one to join my army?', a ghostly voice whispered. It seemed to originate from everywhere and nowhere at once. I opened my mouth, but was unable to speak. Instead, I shook my head.
'You don't seem too thrilled yet. But don't worry, you don't have to decide for yourself, anyway. Just... embrace my gift to you.'
I heard a chant coming from below, sung with a deep voice in a tongue I had never heard before or since. As the singing grew louder, I felt something throbbing against my head, faster and faster, until the feeling suddenly turned into a searing pain. I collapsed on the ground, holding my head between my hands, trying to somehow make the pain go away. Hundreds of voices echoed in my head, drowning any clear thoughts of mine. Something was around me and it wanted to get in. The voices grew louder and louder, screaming furiously. One voice rose above the others.
'You are mine now.'
That sentence still resounding in my ears, I sighed out my soul. And in that very second, I was born again. The memory of my death is still fresh, yet it feels so distant. Just like it wasn't really me who died back then. I have trouble ordering my memories, scenes from the past appear shrouded and seem to fade even further with every passing day. The only thing I can remember with perfect clarity is my name.
My name... is Justin.
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