I heard a pained, panicked scream, echoing far down the dark streets, the deepest bowels of the slums. Not many patrols here, not this time of night. My eyes pick up movement, but it is someone..falling to the ground in a slumped heap. Oh yes, someone else is out and about this night. In spite of their blasted curfew, and this someone was up to no good...seems I am not the only predator afoot after dark.
I turn and head the other way, I want NOTHING to do with it. Hard enough to keep a low profile in this damnable stone prison. I have been trapped in these walls for three nights straight and it is beginning to wear thin upon my nerves. It is like a cat, in a maze full of mice...but unable to partake, because of that big damned blue dog skulking about the city!! Ah....but I digress.
I lingered near the gates, as dusk fell, and people began to crowd the entrance, both coming and exiting, all trying to get through before curfew closed them for the night. I spent all day miserably bored to tears, waiting for my chance. I had a plan in place, when the guard...just came out, and left the gate open, and jogged up the dock. Well, could not let that opportunity pass me by. Out I slipped, through the gate..and was breathing fresh air again, when did my sharp eyes pick up...that bastard dryth...only for a moment, but I am certain I saw him back there. I stepped up my pace, I clipped off the road and into the fields, and left him far behind.
Need to do something about him.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
A New Perspective
I have tasted death, from both sides now.
The evenings, three in a row to be precise, had been peaceful within the city walls. Yet, while behind closed doors, and among the back tables of the afternoon taverns, whispers of dark things, dark times, of bad weather and bad omens.
The first one fell, easy, like all the others. Then...well....I spy with my little eye, something alone in the alley. I could not resist, so cocky and confident I had become. And so, I crept weightlessly towards him, his armor unexpectedly deflecting my first strike, and his sword flashed in the lantern light streaming in from the street. Two shots, or was it three. It does not matter, because in that next moment, I was lying in the sand, naked, alone and laid bare.
Slowly lifting my eyes to the alien surroundings, I rise shakily to my feet, gazing out over the molten river, and beyond its shores, to the great walled city. It seemed like forever had passed, and yet, as if but a heartbeat, when She rose, lifting like a pool of liquid pitch, seeping against the laws of the Gods...upwards and formed into the Dark Queen.
"Sooner than expected......" a gentle voice, a lighter touch, alive and yet devoid of it...."perhaps it is just as well....this way...we can talk" and converse we did, for eons, or was it hours, moments? I am not sure, it is like a drifting haze in the back of my brain. I remember Her saying, "I am sending you back now" and the vacant hole it left somehow in my soul, as I was ripped from Her side, will never again be filled, or complete without Her Presence. I remember those words, and my new purpose, and I have tasted death from both sides now.
The evenings, three in a row to be precise, had been peaceful within the city walls. Yet, while behind closed doors, and among the back tables of the afternoon taverns, whispers of dark things, dark times, of bad weather and bad omens.
The first one fell, easy, like all the others. Then...well....I spy with my little eye, something alone in the alley. I could not resist, so cocky and confident I had become. And so, I crept weightlessly towards him, his armor unexpectedly deflecting my first strike, and his sword flashed in the lantern light streaming in from the street. Two shots, or was it three. It does not matter, because in that next moment, I was lying in the sand, naked, alone and laid bare.
Slowly lifting my eyes to the alien surroundings, I rise shakily to my feet, gazing out over the molten river, and beyond its shores, to the great walled city. It seemed like forever had passed, and yet, as if but a heartbeat, when She rose, lifting like a pool of liquid pitch, seeping against the laws of the Gods...upwards and formed into the Dark Queen.
"Sooner than expected......" a gentle voice, a lighter touch, alive and yet devoid of it...."perhaps it is just as well....this way...we can talk" and converse we did, for eons, or was it hours, moments? I am not sure, it is like a drifting haze in the back of my brain. I remember Her saying, "I am sending you back now" and the vacant hole it left somehow in my soul, as I was ripped from Her side, will never again be filled, or complete without Her Presence. I remember those words, and my new purpose, and I have tasted death from both sides now.
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