Post by Wes Masters on Dec 18, 2009 13:16:44 GMT -5
The pathway winded down in a magnificent spiral. The walls were so close together that Wes could feel his breath bounce back from the wals and onto his face. The steps seeemed to go on forever and they made his weak leg muscle ache. Finally, he reached an old wooden door. He breathed in heavily and pushed the secret door forward. It creaked in such a way that pierced his sensitive. ears. After recovering from the sudden ringing, he pressed on into the dark room. The air was hot and dusty. He tried not to cough but it was nearly impossible.
Wes lit a torch nearest him and in a swift motion the rest of the torches lut up and flooded the small room with light. The now luminous room brought back memories of a distant past. This was the most secret of the rooms in the old palace. A smug smile pulled at the corners of his crooked face as he remembered. He hadn't been here in a while to think of his past deeds. They seemed like noble sins to him. If a sin could be noble. This is where he went during the night while all of Luminallia slumbered. This was his place of comfort. His solitude was untainted by strangers and he thought that was an amazing feat. In all these years he had never been caught leaving the palace. Not like 'she' did. His face then twisted in a wicked way. The thought of 'her' was a painful one. He had loved her and she had laughed in his face. She ridiculed and embarrassed him. She hadn't even tried to help him when she had pushed him into the fire. His eyes grew dark as storm clouds raged in his mind. His large brows furrowed together and forced deep lines into his forehead. His hands flexed as he thought of her love child. How he wished that the child was his.
After finding some peace of mind among his old belongings his temper settled down a bit. A book bound in the skin of a dove caught his eye. This was his most prized possession. He slowly went for it. It was covered in thick dust and cobwebs. With a hard blow the dust scattered about the room and stilled in the air. His eyes widened when he touched the cover. A strange feeling over came him as a pulse of pure power rushed of his arm and througout his body. A shadow seemed to raise up behind him until it loomed of his head. Fear was close behind. He turned swiftly and fell in the same motion. His heart beat in uncontroled rhythms. His chest began to burn and he realized that the emerald amulet around his neck was glowing a bright green. It was hot and he could feel it through his cloak. The shadow was his own that had grown due to his great hatred. He smiled when he realized this and took the amulet into his hand. Grasping it tightly he allowed it to burn him. His chest stopped hurting and he could breathe again. Twisted thoughts shot through his wicked and malicious mind whle he thought of new evil and cruel ways to hurt the one who scroned his love.
Wes lit a torch nearest him and in a swift motion the rest of the torches lut up and flooded the small room with light. The now luminous room brought back memories of a distant past. This was the most secret of the rooms in the old palace. A smug smile pulled at the corners of his crooked face as he remembered. He hadn't been here in a while to think of his past deeds. They seemed like noble sins to him. If a sin could be noble. This is where he went during the night while all of Luminallia slumbered. This was his place of comfort. His solitude was untainted by strangers and he thought that was an amazing feat. In all these years he had never been caught leaving the palace. Not like 'she' did. His face then twisted in a wicked way. The thought of 'her' was a painful one. He had loved her and she had laughed in his face. She ridiculed and embarrassed him. She hadn't even tried to help him when she had pushed him into the fire. His eyes grew dark as storm clouds raged in his mind. His large brows furrowed together and forced deep lines into his forehead. His hands flexed as he thought of her love child. How he wished that the child was his.
After finding some peace of mind among his old belongings his temper settled down a bit. A book bound in the skin of a dove caught his eye. This was his most prized possession. He slowly went for it. It was covered in thick dust and cobwebs. With a hard blow the dust scattered about the room and stilled in the air. His eyes widened when he touched the cover. A strange feeling over came him as a pulse of pure power rushed of his arm and througout his body. A shadow seemed to raise up behind him until it loomed of his head. Fear was close behind. He turned swiftly and fell in the same motion. His heart beat in uncontroled rhythms. His chest began to burn and he realized that the emerald amulet around his neck was glowing a bright green. It was hot and he could feel it through his cloak. The shadow was his own that had grown due to his great hatred. He smiled when he realized this and took the amulet into his hand. Grasping it tightly he allowed it to burn him. His chest stopped hurting and he could breathe again. Twisted thoughts shot through his wicked and malicious mind whle he thought of new evil and cruel ways to hurt the one who scroned his love.
