Into the Woods: Part One by neodragonlover |  |
A faint light dimmed into the house, seeping through the corridors and down a
long, spiraling staircase. At the bottom of this staircase, a large, yet discreetly
hidden lever lay. When it was pulled by a large dark figure, the staircase quickly
lifted, and in went the solemn, cloaked visitor. When the staircase closed once
again, it let out a horrible creak of rotting wood that bellowed in its own moany
way through the house. Walking quickly, but more likely hovered as when it moved,
the visitor made neither a sound nor moved a bit. All that moved was its clothing
through the cold wind's draft. Downward, slanting, sliding softly into the deepest
part of the mansion, the figure walked, a destination etched into their hidden
and clothed head.
At the bottom, a strange and eerie orange glow slightly glimmed about. The
walls were brown, as they were made of dirt, and the hollowed-out room smelled
of terra cotta. On the ground, in front of an old wicker rocking chair, three
pairs of glistening eyes stared at the figure, as if to ask what the next tale
would be about. The three females stretched dragon-like wings and twirled their
dark purple hair. Yes, they were Darkness Faeries. The lords of all evil. Slowly
and gracefully, the creature sat down in the wicker rocker and with one long,
wrinkle-less and slender hand carefully lowered the light. She uncovered herself
from the cloak revealing a deep, rich black dress with gleaming silver jewels
sewn to the bottom. She, too, was a Darkness Faerie. She glanced at each child's
inquisitive faces and gently opened her mouth. A soft and caressing voice left,
and it surrounded the room in words of horror.
"A long time ago, a small Kougra was crawling through the Haunted Woods on
All Hollow’s Eve," she began.
"Normally, she would have been trick-or-treating, but this year, she was distracted
from her original gathering and harvesting of sweets by a much more strange
occurrence. A long and mournful call beckoned to her. Carefully, Sasha searched
for the person or pet that the voice had come from. But, in the midst of the
hunt, the voice began to fade, and because she found that she needed to find
the voice's possessor, she ran after it, as it lured her through. She rampaged
through thick thorns that seemed to bite and claw at her as she passed and barreled
through deep, muddy patches where she swam quickly, for something at the bottom
of the swampy marsh wrapped it's long, spiky tentacles about her leg and threatened
to pull her under. After quickly shaking off the wretched, rancid, acrid and
overall foul smelling brown liquid, she sped once again, never tiring. She was
determined to find what the call wanted.
Finally, she quickly found herself inside of a clearing, then slowly, she
noticed and became aware that something was prowling about her. She didn't know
what, though, and assumed that it must be a Korbat getting tangled in the web
of the Spyder Grundo. But, the Kougra stood still, for whatever it was, she
hoped it wouldn't notice. Up above, a Whoot continuously screeched. Sasha knew
that as long as the Whoot kept hooting, no one was near, so she stayed around.
Hours passed, but the Whoot continued. Just then, a strange feeling surged through
her stomach and ran down her back. She looked around.
'No worry,' she thought. It was completely silent, and there was no sign of
the thing. But wait... the Whoot had flown away! It was silent, but she glanced
behind her and saw dark, but bright, glowing eyes, flashing in the deep, red
light of the moon. Its yellow teeth luminated from saliva, and it began breathing
heavily. Its raspy, hoarse breathing became increasingly louder, deeper and
deeper as it slinked from the bushes and slowly stalked her. Her mouth opened
to scream, but a slight whisper whittled its way out. From its black robe, the
beast pulled out a sharp scythe, a sickle. Raising it high above its head, a
blood curdling moan, similar to the one that came out as the voice that called
her, plunged out from its mouth. It swiped the gleaming metal weapon down like
a rocket, skimming the Kougra's skin. Sasha let out a hideous yell of fury,
agitation, and mostly... pain. Little trickles of blood, tiny but stinging,
painfully streaked down her arm. Before the next blow was stricken, the young
frightened creature reached out and grabbed the handle. She looked into the
long, hideous eyes of the demon and asked but one question:
'Why? Why do you do this to me, a young child? Is it to prove your worth to
others? Is it because you need to? Is it... why?' Her large, glassy blue eyes
deemed a serious effect. The beastly phantom lowered its hood to reveal a young
Lupe, his fur matted and tangled, a hideous dark black that gently swayed in
the cold bitter wind brought on by the month of Collecting. He lowered his weapon
and plainly raised his head to the moon, seemingly troubled about something.
Finally, he began to reply....
To be continued... |
