Finalized for now, any opinions?

As she woke and slowly rose up from her bedside, instantly she felt as though she would be swallowed by the black abyssal pressure surrounding her. She knew not from where the pressure was coming. Wafting over her like thick like sheets of black smoke. Yet it was there, and she could feel it’s shadowy breath at the back of her neck, slowly, getting closer, tighter, engulfing her more completely with each passing second. Although nothing was to be seen, the feeling held so thick to her heart, that she thought, for brief seconds, that she would suffocate. Yet in those short moments of dissolution, clarity came, and before her stood the figure of a boy. Jetting slowly from side to side was his figure, with a sense of translucency her eyes could barely acknowledge. yet she seemed to feel as though she recognized this boy. No, this fetch, who’s face seemed painfully familiar. Yet from where these images were coming, she could not take the slightest guess. Shortly after t

he coming of this realization, the gliding resemblance, caved on itself like smoke wafting from flame to air, and drifted with haunting sway towards the door. Reforming in part for a brief time, the fluttering likeness seemed to speak. As the smokey form of his upper body moved on itself like a living flame. The air shattered with a horrible, high-pitched statement from the ghostly image of this strange boy. The sound of his voice on the wind, seemed to force her back a little, as she felt his words chipping away at her. Speaking directly to her innermost being. He spoke to her soul, her animus, the essence she would leave on the world long after leaving it behind.“Make haste my lady! all is not lost! But time, time, is of the essence. WE HAVE SO LITTLE LEFT!” and with this, confusion shattered her resolve. She flew at him, violently throwing her hands through him, like the end of a dancing whip. Yet he did not vanish, and with his persistence, her last glimmering flicker, of childlike hope, was washed away forever. She had secretly spent this whole time praying. Praying that she was dreaming up these strange occurrences, and was as yet fast asleep. In her bed below. Now she was positive, this was happening. She could feel his presence to the root of her very bones. There would be no escaping, no running, no hiding. Her fate had taken hold, and her destiny, was taking its first steps.

As he folded on himself, once again, like the living cloud of boy-ish smoke that he was. She flew after him. Into ancient halls still black with shivering darkness, before the light of a new days dawn. Through the eleven tooth-like towers of the ancient labyrinthine mouth, and on into the foot of the mountain. Where the older gods dance in living gloom, like wraiths borne on ancient shadow, to the faint rattling of old bones.

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Pierced by the light, her eyes swelled to the point of blindness as she poured herself, at high speeds, through the ancient tunnel system. A system that lay under their entire constructed society. Massive, endless lengths of running tunnel. That slunk deep beneath the castles bases and foundations. Slashing deep beneath the earth, into the halls of old. The caverns of the Nether Kings. Dwarves, and Goblins. Worms, and Witches. Into the blackened heart of the Vazeraie Mountain Fortress. The ancient birthplace of her people, and the looming home, of their ancestors.

Although she had entered at ground level, true ground level. Below the sea temple steps, yet above the craggy edge of the winter sea. Outside, it’s ever blackening depths, lay brooding over the rocks at the foot of the holy hills. The land based seat of the council, followers of the Sea God of legend.

She now coursed the tunnels after him. Deeper and deeper she followed him. Yet as the all-encompassing blackness of her people’s ancient corridors, she began to lose sight of the comfortingly familiar fetch. For in this vast darkness, she was beginning to feel very, very lost. Strangely thoug, as long as she could see him, she felt eerily safe. He was traveling with raucous speed. Lashing through the corridors, only to slash back violently into her path. Never leaving her far behind, yet always seeming to be just out of sight. As quickly as it had all started, her daring pursuit was ended. As the lady of the sea temple set her bare feet, into the glass like waters, of the blackened pool.

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About ashismindspeaks

Confusion reigns, Enlightenment strains, and Words do work that endures legend. This is my attempt to join the flow of thought, that is in itself, a story. These are just some of my words, snips to rouse opinion, any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated. I just want to write. It's up to you if you'd like to read along. zz
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