บท 4: Chapter 4: The Creature in the Tomb
Water.
Darkness.
Sinking.
Screaming.
The voice of the ocean; deep and cold.
I'm drowning....
I can't breathe....
I don't want to die.
"When I opened my eyes, there were stars everywhere; glittering endless as I was floating or maybe sinking.
I could hear voices, voices of people I didn't recognise, they were screaming so loudly, but it felt so quiet in my ears my body felt free and when I woke up I was here."
"Woke up? But weren't you already awake?" Said a light, cold voice. "Or are you not sure of whether you were actually asleep?" It spoke almost as if it was about to break out laughing.
"Mmm, I don't really understand it." Miya said.
"Hahaha, emotionless as always," the voice replied, echoing around.
There was a short silence. Miya who's body was laying on bare ground, rough and covered in dirt. Everywhere around him was pitch black aside from cracks coming from somewhere high up.
Miya's body was clearly visible beneath the light. He turned his head turned to the right, to the darkness that was within it, "So what do you want....monster?"
It was soundless and had the feeling of emptiness, but yet, there were two purple lights that were sticking out, imprisoned behind black lines that looked like stretched mold, leaving only a slim view of the purple lights.
From Miya's perspective they were about 8 feet above him staring down at him.
The silence continued for a little longer before the voice spoke again. "Come with me." The voice sounded like the voice of a young man.
Something took form out of the shadows and into the light, slowly; it had the shape of a right hand but it looked too gray and decayed to be called that.
Like a frozen corpse with is gray skin, it had marks all over. A mold swirling tightly causing wrinkles so deep it looked like it's own skin was sinking forming black holes of different sizes just on one hand, like it's been trying tear his gray mold like skin apart, forever growing deeper and deeper.
It stretched out his palm showing his 5 long skinny fingers the same as his skin but no claws or nails were on them.
Miya stared at it for a few seconds, then began to rise from the floor as he took hold of it's hand. The creature slowly clasped it's fingers on his as it turned moving silently as Miya accompanied it into the darkness.
"Believe me my brothers and sisters, all of which I have told you is true. These are the things I've seen. Take heed as you walk, watch as you listen, and for all your days...fear the king."
And with the rush of a light wind, there was a flash of light, brightening the area. They had walked down a flight of stairs to a place where light shun on it's own.
Miya squinted his eyes because of the sudden brightness. "Hehe, sorry, was that too much for you?" Brushing his eyes he replied, "no, I'm okay."
They walked silently along a long hall made of bricks, most of them cracked, with torches attached to them. Miya turned around and saw that there were only 5 torches lit behind them others were no longer visible because of the darkness.
"Your weak," Miya said, facing downward. "Time has it's effects," the creature replied. Miya looked up to the hooded figure, the skeletal mess of its face and its imprisoned purple eyes. There was what looked like a slight rip where the mouth of the creature was meant to be for unfortunately the creature had no mouth.
Everything about it was a mystery and there wasn't much you could learn from its appearance. The cloak he wore covered his whole body, leaving only his face visible. His soundless movement only adding to eerieness of the creature.
"Let me tell you a story." The creature's hand trembled immediately. Miya looked at the creature as it spoke, and for the first time since came to this world he had taken an interest in something.
As they walked, paintings started appearing on the walls. "A story as old as time. The tale of the dragon, the worship of the gods, the crowning of Kings, the release of spirits, the rebirth of life and the end of the world."
At each title, a painting will stretch out across the walls.
The snake-like dragon emerging from the clouds covered with lightning and accompanied by an army of pheonixes.
The 5 gaint golden figures of men and women seated at a round table with wings made of gold, emerging from their backs.
The 5 golden rings with unique swerves of what looked like diamonds and a different coloured gem in each of the rings.
The people flying over the sea.
The people dressed in strange robes with long pointy ears holding spears, bows and swords.
Lastly, the painting of 2 female silhouettes, one pitch black and the other pure white; they held each other by the face and placing their foreheads together, encased within a circle.
At the final painting, the creature stopped moving. Miya was staring at the painting when he heard the sound of something snapping. He turned around and saw that face of the creature was elongating and the skin around where his mouth was meant to be was slowly ripping apart. "Is it afraid?" Miya thought ot himself.
"The story of the end has no beginning, not because it's history has been lost but merely because it has no end. It has a long past but in reality, it's story has yet to begin." Miya turned his eyes away from the creature and back towards the painting.
"There are 2 sides of the story. The tale of the demon queen, the monster of its people, the Queen of the night; and that born from man, the twilight Princess, the love of the peaceful and hated only by those who hate themselves.
The 2, joint together by fate shall bring a war upon the Earth both carrying the lives and burdens of their people as they fight at the final war to bring one side to an end." The creature's voice became more audible, as if it didn't have an origin, like the words it was saying were always there, echoing everywhere.
Again the creature's skin ripped from its face. 3 times it ripped, 3 times it squelched. Miya looked at the creature, "And what do you think of the story?"
" I think it's a fool's tale." It's voice sounding deeper with an ominous feeling following it. "Imagine, if these 2 were joint together by fate what would happen if humanity should suddenly go extinct tomorrow or the demons sleep and never wake up and all these things were caused by one man, would you not say he is the ruler of fate? And if he is, who do you think he is?"
R ip and te ar, the mold went, squelching and squeeezing.
"A hero?" Miya answered.
"No." As loud as a cannon, it sounded. "He is the king."
Immediately, large fumes of black smoke gushed out of the face of the creature, spreading everywhere within a second. The smoke rushed out with so much force that Miya lost his grip on the creature's hand and he was flung aback.
Miya tumbled on the floor before entering a crouching position, using one of his arms to block his eyes as his other hand clung to a crack in the wall, in a tiring effort to prevent himself from getting carried away by the rush of the sooted smoke.
The smoke swallowed his entire body but aside from that the smoke was extremely hot, it felt like his whole body was placed in a furnace. He couldn't breathe and he didn't even dare to open his eyes, all his concentration was given to his arms and legs to prevent himself from flying off.
After a few minutes, the smoke had calmed down. Miya slowly opened one of his eyes to see if it was over but he was so tired that his vision became blurry and his attempt to get up only left him staggering and falling back onto the ground.
Black dust was all over his body as he tried to wave of the small gases of smoke that obstructed him, placing one hand against the wall; panting and limping as he struggled to move one step at a time.
"Hahh, hahh where are you?" He squinted through his one eye that agreed to open, his other eye squeezing tightly shut.
It didn't take him long to see the source of the remaining smoke and where they were being emitted.
"Found you." He counted slowly in his mind as he took one step at a time until he was only a few inches away from the creature but as he took one more step he fell flat on his face. His face was at the side of the creature.
Grunting and coughing, he turned his head to the wall as he attempted to get back onto his feet. After placing his hand on the wall, he barely managed to look back at the creature, but immediately he did his body froze.
He stared at the creature for some seconds and before he knew it, he felt like all his energy had returned to him and all the pain he had had left his body.
He rose to his knees, without averting his eyes from it. The creature stood tall, its neck elongated, with a hole ripping its face, its jaw drooping as smoke emitted from the hole, snapped skin dangling, swaying with the smoke, but what stood out the most was the trinkles that flowed from its imprisoned eyes down its molded skin slowly dropping to the ground as the torches light shaded its gray face.
He looked up into nothing.
The creature who had no other human qualities, could do nothing, but weep.
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