Introduction [Section One]

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Character Profile [Section Two]

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History/Story [Section Three]

. He stalked the corridor like a ghost. His footfalls were shuffling, his head bowed and shoulders slumped. His eyes, twin stagnant ponds of dark green, were set upon the worn stone floor. Dark circles marred them even further along with the red rims given by the sleepless nights. A heavy crown rested on limp mahogany curls and provided a sharp contrast to the weakened wisp of a king.

. "Highness?" The white-furred Zafara glanced up briefly. The Kyrii would have been a head taller than the king had his back not been humped. He had gnarled fingers which clung to a tall oak staff that rattled with small decorative charms. Long robes only served to accentuate the bone-thinness of his frame, but his voice had been strong and even.

. The Zafara gave a weak smile. "I envy your eloquence," he rasped out, squinting slightly as he forced his gaze to focus. Exhaustion had stolen the young king's eyes on the second day, his voice on the third.

. "I doubt 'eloquence' is the proper term," the Kyrii corrected. The king shrugged. "You still haven't slept."

. The king gave a weak snort and shook his head. "With torture awaiting me on dream's door?"

. "Fallon." The Zafara stared at the floor, unheeding of the call. "Your father sat on his throne, led his soldiers into battle, advised his council…" The young king refused to show any indication of having heard. "He faced his own terrors alone. The whole kingdom knew. They knew how strong a king he had to be. Then, he would rise and do it all again."

. "Yes, well, that was him, wasn't it?" Fallon returned, holding back a hysterical chortle. He waved a hand as he continued down the corridor. "Leave me to my own devices, Hevelar. I assure you I'll keep myself from madness for as long as possible."

. *~*~*~*

. Fallon's eyes scanned the star-spread sky. The small gems of the heavens twinkled merrily at him even as dark little wisps flew about them. He'd seen them since he was a child, those haunting, slithering forms. They wove about the clouds they so resembled, then dove down into the villages. He shuddered at the sight of them. He'd seen how one was made.

. One night, as he snuck about his father's chambers seeking a lost toy, one of the forms snaked out from between the old king's eyes. The whole room had gone cold, digging into his bones and catching his breath in its icy grip. The form never even spared him a glance. It zipped out the window faster than sunlight, ignoring the shrieking child terrified by its passing.

. The chill ran up the young king's spine and he withdrew from the -blocked- Away from the bluish night, into the warm firelight, he crept. The empty room welcomed him with warmth and the sense of safety as he made his way to the four-poster bed. The Zafara pressed his lips, took a breath, and lay down. The feather bed enveloped him in comfort and his eyes, his heavy, heavy eyes began to droop. Slowly, but all too soon, consciousness began to slip away.

. Fire burned, smoke stung, and safety fled with the light. Fallon gulped in poisoned air. A jolt, he forced a jolt of awareness into his fuzzy mind as he watched strange flames dance on his arm. He swallowed the mangled cry he knew would pass from dream into wakefulness and tried to shake his stiff head. He choked and held back the cough. Another jolt.Slithering about the painted warriors on his ceiling was a tiny wisp of dark. His muscles tensed, his heart beat faster, and he waited. It slid down and past him even as he launched himself to catch it. The wisp escaped through the shut window as though he were not even there.

. The ground slammed into him and wretched out a dry cough from the shuddering form. The Zafara struggled for breath like a fish on land. He ground his teeth, forcing his eyes to release their hold of the dark. He met the flickering of the calm fire with a racing heart and a pounding head that snapped up to seek his prey.

.The drumming heart slowed. His hands clenched. Fallon knelt a moment longer, allowing himself the calm sparks of the fire and the softness of the plush carpet. His hands released their hold and he took a shuddering breath. Then he stood, lay down, and tried again.

. *~*~*~*

. "There has to be an answer."

. The old Kyrii shook his head sadly. "If there had been, your father would have found it long ago."

. "No," Fallon croaked. "No, I cannot accept that. My father, he... He was an honest man..." Hevelar's eyebrows rose at the statement. Fallon swallowed and went on. "Was there anything at all he downright refused to try?"

. Hevelar's frown deepened. "No."

. "Hevelar," Fallon ordered softly. In that word, his voice regained an ounce of former strength. "Do not lie to me."

. "They were locked up for a reason," the Kyrii shot. "Their kind is dangerous."

. "Who?" Fallon demanded suddenly. "What kind?" A desperate king seeking a curse's caster. Hevelar sighed.

. "The Spinners."

. *~*~*~*

. The corridor swallowed him. It trapped him in its looming shadows, its echoing silence. Fallon took a breath of the dusty air and steeled himself. His footsteps resounded eerily, shuffle, step, shuffle, drag. He would not approach it like this.

. Stopping half-way down the dark path, he forced himself erect. His shoulders squared, his head rose. His back straightened and he set his gaze upon the end of the hallway, upon the old oak door reinforced with the black iron. He took a step, a stride toward his fate. He dared not look back.

. His hand hovered over the knob. Chill seemed to emanate from the metal. He grasped it, felt the cold settle into him, fear screaming for him to release and flee. The knob turned and he entered the dark room.

. Dust drifted in the beams of bright moonlight that shone in from the clear glass ceiling high above. The grey walls were solid as ever, an entire foot of solid stone. The old tapestries that hung upon them were worn and darkened from inattention, the white stone floor coated in dust. Then there was the spindle.

. It glowed under the beams of light. What looked to be white marble formed the spindle itself, its wheel shaped much like the spinning wheels the weaver ladies now used. Golden thread had been wrapped around the shaft, trailing in a wisp of dull gold fluff below the disk. It wasn't in the exact center of the room. It was to one side, having been caught upon a bump in the floor.

. Fallon took a stride toward it and felt the entire room buckle and protest. As though on cue, the moon's face was hidden by clouds and an angry wind whipped in from the open door, howling inside the great tower. His eyes followed the sound to the high ceiling, catching sight of the wisps above darting among the stars. He shuddered and stomped for the spindle.

. His hand steady while his heart hammered, he grabbed the spindle by the shaft, above the golden thread. The king gripped it in his gloved hand, feeling sweat on his palm as he did. Immediately, the wind flew out the open door with an angry howl and the clouds released the moon, flooding the room with moonlight.

. "Spindle, I bid thee, awaken!"

. The moonlight intensified, the glow from the spindle suddenly exploding in searing light. Fallon held it away from him, throwing his other arm over his eyes. Still, the light managed to spill through his defenses, streaming into eyes and mind a picture of bright celebrations in a golden age, when all were clad in sunshine and starglow, each with an intricate web-like crown upon their heads. The vision forced the king to his knees.

. And, all at once, the light faded and the night's darkness took him back. Fallon gave out a gasp as he began to breathe again. Spots swam in front of his eyes. He blinked them open, shooing away the eye sear from the flash as scrambled to his feet. The spindle's thread was much lessened, the wisp below its tail now long and trailing out the door. The king followed.

. As he ran down the corridor, Fallon scooped up the fluff that led from the spindle to whatever was at its end. His arms overflowed with the stuff by the time he reached the courtyard. The moon had been partially hidden once more, setting a soft glow to the sight.

. There was a lady standing on the fountain's rim. Her wavy hair brushed below her shoulder, ink-black strands falling around her face. Her back was turned, her face toward the streaming water, and she trailed a long gown of midnight blue. Her arm was outstretched, pale, candle-like fingers hovering over the fountain's pool. The fluff ended where she stood.

. "So much has changed," she stated softly. Her voice reminded him of the winter wind that came too soon, stinging the autumn trees with cold. "So much has gone wrong." She turned so suddenly he thought she'd fall. He faced glaring orbs of the strangest shade of blue. "What have your people done to this land?" she demanded.

. Fallon shook his head to wake himself. The adrenaline had gone and the exhaustion began to settle once more. Running had been a bad idea. "My people?" he croaked as the world around him swayed. "What are you talking about?" He shook his head again and made for the first column he could find. Leaning against its stable stone, he slid down to rest on the ground. All pretence of pride had gone. He needed her help.

. "There are nightmares running loose in the sky!" she accused. "The dreams are nowhere to be seen and the- are you sleeping?" The last icy question drew him back, reminding him where he was and to whom he spoke.

. The king gave a grim chuckle. "Nodding off," he responded. He breathed in and out, steeled himself, and forced his eyes to open. "Don't want to," he went on with a wince. "You cursed us, you know. My father, grandfather, on and on for generations. My turn to suffer, now that I have the crown."

. "What are you babbling about?" she asked. He looked up and found she had stepped off the fountain and was gliding toward him, the fluff at her feet following her as though she stood on fog. "I never cursed anyone."

. He thrust off the unspun thread from his lap and tried to stand. "Yes, well," he stated, "I know at least one old scholar who would disagree with you on that." His legs swayed beneath him and he caught himself on the pillar.

. She cocked her head at him and took a long, hard look at the frail, swaying being. "Six days?" she questioned. "Seven?"

. The king shut his eyes and bit his lip, struggling to make sense of her question. He knocked on his head a couple times to wake himself a little more and perhaps to jog loose an answer. "Since my father's end, yes," he replied at last. "You're talking about the curse? No time to mourn. Too busy keeping myself awake."

. "A generational curse," she concluded. "I have little knowledge of such things. Only that they are very difficult to perform. The spell on you must be-"

. "Can you fix it?"

. "No."

. He stared up at her. His tired eyes were huge and red-rimmed. She saw the limp hand by his side shake, and soon his whole being was being wracked by tremors. The king embraced himself and let out a single sigh. With it, the tremors left. "Worth a try," he breathed. Bending down, he brushed aside the fluff and grabbed the spindle by the shaft once more.

. "Careful, you'll tangle the threads!" she scolded.

. "Don't care," he replied shortly. Holding the spindle up to her face, he ordered, "Now get back in there."

. He eyes grew wide and she took a step back. "You can't put me in there, not again," she all but pleaded, "not with these nightmares running lose like this. I have to fix them!"

. "You just said you couldn't," he returned, waving the spindle at her like a wand.

. "Not your curse, you spoiled little brat!" she snapped as she took another step back. She looked up, eyes glancing through the heavenly canopy. "You can't see them, but they're there. Nightmares will rule the stars themselves if you don't-"

. "I can see them." She faced him so suddenly, blue eyes wide and searching, that he lowered his arm. He was getting tired of holding the accursed thing up anyway. It slipped from his hand and he told himself he'd pick it up again later. "They look like... smoke. Living smoke." She just stared at him, eyebrows knit in either puzzlement or annoyance. "That's what they are, isn't it?"

. "Who are you?" she questioned, crossing her arms and drawing herself up to glare down her nose at him. It worked, though had he not been slouching he would have been at least a head taller than she. "You told me you were king."

. "King Fallon," he responded with the slightest of bows, "of the House of Somniatis." She cocked her head at him and proceeded to circle. He felt a losing life before a vulture. "And you?" he questioned. "Or should I just continue calling you Spindle?"

. "House Somniatis did not exist in my time," she stated. "When was it established?"

. "Spindle it is," he muttered under his breath. He clutched the spindle he still held in his hands. "I grow tired of these games. Can you help me or not?"

. She sighed. "Was it your family that placed this curse on me?"

. Fallon nodded. "Yes," he replied.

. "Have you no siblings?" she pushed. "Cousins?"

. Fallon furrowed his brow and squinted at her to make sure she wasn't some strange vision of an exhausted mind. "Somniatis is known for its single line," he replied at last.

. Spindle pursed her lips and frowned. She glanced up and he followed her gaze, taking in the scene of at least a dozen nightmares swarming the stars. Then she stared at the feeble king and nodded. "I may know a way to help you."

. Fallon couldn't help it. He allowed a smile to slip and beamed at her. She raised an eyebrow at him. Her frown deepened and the looked she sent him was scathing. "Not sure I deserve that," he noted.

. "Teach me the path to the battlements," she ordered simply.

. Fallon shrugged and forced himself off the column. His head swam as he did and the smile vanished as quickly as it had come. He bit his lip to bring himself back before his body decided to shut down. He took a moment to gain his bearings before setting off for the stairway.

. Ahem. He turned to see her standing cross-armed beside the column. Impatient, Fallon slouched against the wall. Giving a huff of annoyance, she bent down and picked up the spindle that lay where he had discarded it. With a flourish of her hand, she set the tool to spinning as it hovered beside her open palm. Fallon stared. It was the first time he had ever seen actual magic. Her other hand was somehow handling the fluff so that it spun properly over the hook. Every so often, the thread unhooked from the spindle and was twined around the still turning shaft. The spindle never stopped spinning as length after length of dull fluff turned to golden thread.

. Fallon watched the glittering gold in the moonlight. It was almost hypnotic. Spin, unhook, wind, spin, unhook, wind... He felt himself following the strange pattern. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. The king felt the fire before his eyes completely closed. And he gave a cry as he slid down the wall.

. Fallon found himself sitting on the cold stone floor, breath hissing through grit teeth. Spindle had turned to him in surprise, her spinning stopped in mid-air. He bit his lip angrily. "I wonder," he said after a moment, "if we might solve my problem before you continue your work?"

. A small frown had crossed her lips. She glanced at the spindle sadly before sending it hovering to him. There was still quite a bit of fluff left unspun that trailed on the ground from where she stood to the hook. The king took the spindle and forced himself to his feet. He stared ruefully at the tall stairs and began to climb.

. *~*~*~*

. "There," the king huffed, "happy?"

. The path to the battlements had taken them first through the stairs of the watchtower. Halfway through, a door had led them outside to stand atop the tall walls of the castle. Fallon plopped himself on the stone floor, his back resting against the guarding wall. First running, now climbing. And he though walking had been painful after lacking so much sleep. The guards at their posts were hard-pressed not to stare. He almost chuckled at their straight-set gaze into the dark night and would have made a face at them had he not been exhausted.

. She glided onto the wall and Fallon really had to respect the discipline the guards showed. They showed no sign of even remote interest in the strange new arrival. For the first time, Fallon noted how strangely doll-like she looked, and he wasn't even sure why. She was an Ixi, her fur ghostly pale when set against the black of her hair and by the dark shades of her trailing robes. Her face was short and pointy and very much lacking in expression. Her movements had the slightest of hesitations, as though forced to grace rather than born to it.

. A nightmare darted in front of her and she seemed to pounce on instinct. She was fast. Fallon only blinked and missed how she suddenly found herself in front of it. The wisp dashed through her as though she were not even there. In that instant, her eyes widened and she drew in a sharp breath. On her face flashed a look of shock and pain and Fallon almost forced himself to his feet to help her. Then she blinked, swallowed, and straightened herself.

. The guards were still staring fixedly on the night. Fallon shot them a look of annoyance. He didn't care how strange she looked, if a lady was in distress, any gentleman of his kingdom was to aid them. He opened his mouth to say so, but stopped when he saw her standing atop the wall.

. The king scrambled to his feet. "Woah, what are you doing?" he questioned. He felt the guards' gazes finally turn to him.

. She raised an eyebrow in what had to be her favourite expression in his case. "Calm yourself," she stated. "I merely wish to see the village."

. "You can do that without standing on the wall," he noted. "Please get down."

. She smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth. Fallon felt worry form in the pit of his stomach. She stepped off the wall.

. "Spindle!" he exclaimed as she disappeared over the edge. He was about to run to the edge when a hand gripped his shoulder roughly.

. "Sir?" Fallon turned to face the guard, eyes wide and wild. "Are you alright?" the Gnorbu asked.

. Fallon couldn't keep his voice from wavering. "What do you mean-!"

. "They can't see me." Spindle floated up beside him. He stared.

. "Sir?" The soldier was watching the young king sternly, as though examining him for signs of madness. Fallon could hardly blame him. The king pursed his lips and took a breath.

. "You could have told me that earlier," the king hissed. Turning to the soldier Fallon regarded him with a bleary gaze. "I'm fine," he stated. "Thank you." He looked around a moment. "On which battlement do we stand?"

. "The south battlement, Sir," the soldier replied.

. "Please reinforce the north battlement," he ordered. Looking behind the Gnorbu, he saw the other guard watching him curiously. "Both of you."

. The two guards exchanged a glance. "Sir, we mean no disrespect-"

. "Then go to the north battlement," Fallon interrupted. He took a shuddering breath. "I haven't lost my mind," he added, staring straight into the guard's eyes, daring defiance, "not yet. Just go, please."

. The guard kept his gaze. Fallon was a new king, and he had yet to earn their respect. The curse hadn't helped in the least. But, he was still king. "Yes, Sir," the guard replied. He motioned for his companion to follow as he made his way into the tower.

. Spindle alighted upon the battlement wall and he glared at her. "Next time, warn me when you're about to do something drastic," he stated. The cold of the night wind pushed at him and he found his footing unstable. Just the sight of her standing there made him feel dizzy.

. "I sincerely hope you fear not heights," Spindle said bluntly.

. "No fear of heights," he replied, "though I doubt anyone lacks the fear of falling." His sleepless mind took a moment to realize what she was implying. The king blinked at the expectant figure and made his way to the wall. He looked down. "Surely you jest," he said drily.

. "Your turn," she stated, gesturing to the great expanse of night outside the lanterns' glow.

. "In case you are half blind," Fallon returned, "I have no wings."

. "Neither have I," Spindle replied, once more hovering over the edge. The fluff at her feet formed a strange trail. It almost seemed that she had no feet.

. "I am no longer sure you even exist." Fallon glanced from her to the sky. Nightmares were swimming among the clouds. « Previous | Next »

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