A Tale To Tell by KittensKill

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A Tale To Tell by KittensKill

by KittensKill on 10-17-2008 5:47 am

I have decided to write a story for the people of EB.
I will post it piece by piece, as I write it.
I have decided on no plot for it, it will simply be what I write, as I write it.
With luck, I will make at least one post per week, thus continuing the tale, and hopefully keeping your interest.

Part 1
She lay in darkness and in cold. Alone, in a world of her own making. In a chamber lacking life, where she is older than the stones around her. She slept dreamlessly for centuries, like those in the tomb around her. Dry bones, dry rags, dry dust. Nothing stirred, not even bugs nor worms, corpses too long removed from life to interest even the most desperate of maggots. So long dead that even the stench of death is gone.
Yet, perfect she is, as though she were alive. Raven haired, skin so pale that it is almost transparent, lips red like blood. And yet, no pulse, as dead as the dry remains around her. Not breathing, not moving, as still and as hard as the stone where she lays. As cold as the snow that falls in the coldest and darkest depths of the longest storm of the wildest winter. No light makes its way down to these dark depths, not in summer, nor in winter. No light by day or night, in eternal darkness is her resting place.
How can it be that such perfection can exist without life? How can it be that one could have the look of life, and yet feel like stone? Time passes slowly, time passes swiftly, time means nothing. Silence whispers a name long forgotten, were she to hear it, would she remember? A name older than the stones of her tomb. A name so ancient that no one living can remember it, a name given so long ago that even the heavens can’t recall its meaning. Older than the heavens is her name, older than existence is she. Older than belief, older than humanity, older than the earth.
There is a sound, a flicker of light, some thing moves in the distance. A faint echo, a shuffle of sand against stone. A glimmer so faint it can hardly be seen. The air stirs, movement enters the tomb for the first time in millennia. Sounds echo off the stones, disrupting her timeless sleep. Anger rages through her, how dare someone disrupt her rest? How dare a mere mortal enter her place of rest? Already it is revenge that she craves. Lives she will take for this insolence, lives she will take slowly, giving the greatest torment to the souls that inhabit their bodies.
Their blood she will drain.
Every
Last
Drop
Will be hers.

Part 2
He knelt in the sand on the floor of the passage. No footprints showed ahead, the sand was undisturbed. It had probably been that way for centuries, maybe more. He waved the torch bearer forward, a dirty child from the village above. The child shivered in dirty rags, barefoot, and with a runny nose. Dane wasn’t sure if the child was male or female, not that it really mattered. The child was there to carry the torch, and in return its family would have money enough to feed all eight of them for a week. It was a fair trade.
The torchlight flickered on the stone walls of the passage. The ceiling of the passage grew lower as the walls grew closer, the deeper the descended. There were no cobwebs, nor any bugs. The whole place was still and dry, cold and dead. No movement, no sound, no life. Dane wondered what he would find at the end of this tunnel. Last time he went hunting he’d found quite a decent horde of treasure. Plenty of gold and jewels to pay for the expedition, and plenty to spare to fund the next one. Legend told of a princess, a fair maid, abused by her cruel stepmother, who fled into the forest. She was said to have lived with some wood folk, hiding from her would be tormentor. But one day the stepmother tracked the maid down, found out where she was hiding, and had visited in disguise. She had given the girl a poisoned apple, one bite was enough to kill. And so the girl had died, and the wood folk had mourned her, and had built a great tomb around her, that she might lie undisturbed in the forest.
But how could this be the place?
It was deep under the earth, not a great tomb above ground. Maybe this was just a dragons lair. Dane hoped it wasn’t. Dragons had a really bad reputation for being mean and nasty, and eating people. Not that he knew of anyone who had ever seen a dragon. But they were always there in legends, eating unwary adventurers.
No, Dane didn’t really think that this was a dragon’s lair. But it didn’t seem to be the tomb from the legend either.
The passageway curved slightly ahead, just enough that Dane couldn’t see where it was leading to. The further they went the colder and drier the air grew. Breath misting in the dead, still air. This wasn’t natural.

Part 3
The annoyance was closer now. Disrupting her sleep, intruding on her privacy. This was not fair. Did they not know who she was? Gods had bowed at her feet, kings had given their lives for her!
Shadows flickered across the chamber, light was coming down the passage, spilling into the ancient tomb. She would have flinched as it fell across her face, had her body not been like stone.
Sounds echoed in the still air, sounds echoed through her mind. Whispers they may have been, but to her ears, they sounded like thunder.
She needed to MOVE!

There was a sound like thunder when its directly overhead, a sound of great stone grinding on great stone. The whole tomb shuddered, dust rose into the air, and dirt rained from the roof. The peasant child fell to the floor whimpering. Dane clung to the wall, and hoped it didn’t fall on him.
In the centre of the wide chamber was an alter, laid upon it was a white marble statue of a woman. Dane shook his head, well before the earthquake it had been laying, now it was sitting upright, with its head turned toward him. And its eyes…. Those terrible eyes… darker than a starless night, they sucked all light from the room.

Those eyes were to be feared. That gaze should never be met.

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by musicaholic on 10-17-2008 6:37 am

Wow.

That's all I'm saying, and all that needs to be said.

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by Jusswannarock on 10-17-2008 9:19 am

word

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by Munchkin on 10-17-2008 9:31 am

stunning-~

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by Narcotic Bliss on 10-17-2008 9:49 am

O_O I would so buy this book.

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by treeceydoll on 10-17-2008 10:47 am

Intense.

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by shadowslight on 10-17-2008 11:45 am

very not bad...

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RE: A Tale To Tell by KittensKill

by vinzone on 10-17-2008 3:34 pm

what a great start.... lucky 7 for you.. keep it up...

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by fallingangel on 10-18-2008 4:20 am

its really gd

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RE: A Tale To Tell by KittensKill

by Classicfall on 10-22-2008 2:23 pm

The imagery that piece painted was awesome!
Can't wait to see the next installment.

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by loves3daysgrace on 10-22-2008 4:06 pm

Love it.

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RE: A Tale To Tell by KittensKill

by KittensKill on 10-25-2008 4:59 am

thank you to everyone who bothered to read.
I'm currently working on the third part of this tale, and i still have no idea where it is going.

But here's what you've been waiting for.
the second part.

EDIT: its all in the first post now.

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