I continue the Wednesday fantasy story once again. I am enjoying myself writing these small pieces, knitting them together and hoping you all enjoy the small reads.
Kingdom of Crestoria! 13
“I am not sure Scowler. A cloud a mist black as coal, A face screaming but I heard nothing. ARGHH”
Still unknown of what I seen, of what is to come. A land of islands and a Citadel circling around it. Two moons… who cares. I need time to comprehend the things going on. The pain from remembering was just to much for me and had me pass out again.
In my dreams I stand on a high mountain edge and looks down in a dark black hole.
From the crater on the most remote and desolate island smoke is forming. Just a small narrow plume of dark grey smoke. The swirls loop into each other slowly creating a sphere before bending down on to the solid ground.
There it starts to turn into a whirlpool as it grows darker to a pitch black. Flashes of orange spontaneous erupt within the cloud creating small explosions. Four more strands of smoke rise up form the hole to swirl on different places.
Ground trembles beneath and small rocks and sand roll down the slope. From the whirlpools light erupts in a straight line as if lightning moves horizontal from cloud to cloud.
Through out the land the trembles are felt and has the people look up to the large magical circle rising from its point of creation. Its beautiful orange reflected of the clouds turning them into a dark grey, right before a larger light column erupts dead centre.
From the depths a voice was calling out, “The Era of destruction befall upon you. We will strike you down with fear Duncan, Hero Of Crestoria! For I Grillexhor has awakened.”
It was the voice that terrified me out and a face been formed from the swirling clouds that came together. Not fully yet fully formed it got sucked back into the hole taking the light down with it. Creating an enormous quake that was felt by every one on the islands.
It wasn’t until I woke up I heard of this phenomenon. Found myself in Scowler’s Booklatory and heard I had been out not more than a minute or so, though instead of being surprised I ended up standing at its edge, witnessing it from up close. I heard it spoke to me from its depths. And it felt so much longer than the minutes Scowler was talking about.
“Scowler seen the magic circle and column of orange light. He has awoken, one day early this is not good, not good.”
-“What you mean Scwoler, one day early. I was there when he woke up.” My face speaks for it self as it is riddled with questions of which I might not like the answers. Each will be more confusing than the other. Worried the questions will rain down from the knowledgeable, or Queen and not have any answers to offer.
“You, You seen him, Duncan.” His sticky fleshy fingertips rest upon my shoulder with eyes and ears ready to listen and hear the words that would be come from me.
I shake of his hands and walk around nervously. Only to stop near the fire and watch the logs burn a right and beautiful amber. The sounds of woods parts popping and creating the little sparks that die into the air.
To be continued…