The Morrigan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
There is salvation somewhere in the darkness. (Unfinished)

Submitted: February 09, 2013

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In the depth, of the dark of the cave, gray shapes have turned to utter blackness, and other senses are at their most alert. Where they wait and wait, for a sound, a voice, a flash of hope to escape. Where can you run in a place where you can’t see a hand in front of your face? And you’re hoping somewhere inside, in the depth of your mind, you have some sense of the danger that is inching ever closer to your helpless self.
In that cave lived the darkest of things, it set off that sense of danger, it needs no light to see or be seen. In the depth of that cave there was a hope of some sort, very peculiar hope indeed because no one knew it was a hope we would need. But lands and seas away from the dark, was the lightest of places, of which a different creature lived for eyes to see. There was a hope we all thought we needed.
“Is there someone there?” cried a voice that broke the eerie silence of that lifeless cave. The cry had escaped from a man who was going mad from the moving dragon shapes his imagination had invented. He stood wide eyed and awaited a reply from the impossibly dark and empty cave. And it did.
“Is there?” hissing, echoing whispered surrounded the man. The bravery that was held on that mans metal chest was slowing failing like the quivering grip on his sword.
“It depends...” continues the voice, along with a movement so slick, so sly that, to the man, the sound felt imaginary again. He took a clumsy step back, creating a clashing echo while his panicking heart pumped wildly.
“On what you came here for...” The man continued to step back further and further having no idea if he was getting closer to escape or confinement. He breathed deeply as the blood was rushing to his head. Am I moving, have I forgotten to breath? He thought through his scrambled subconscious.
“And what you’re willing to do for it.” He was running now. Running mindlessly towards a hidden exit. Running and not looking back. For he knew that he couldn’t see, and feared that he could.
 And there it was. A growing glow; the humble light of day. Closer and closer it grew and it felt like hours to approach it, but felt like seconds when it disappeared.
“I don’t believe we’ve met...” Spoke the voice from above the man, following a small haze of light. It was enough for the man to see the silhouette clung to the rock above his head and with attached what blocked the light. A cloak hung from its body and flowed with a breeze that wasn’t there, like it had life sewn between the black chiffon.
He had dropped to his knees panting in defeat. A hushed swoop came beside and that voice was like whispering a command for pain and he winced.
“I...” she said, pausing with a smile,
“Am...” she continued inching closer to the stone mask on his face.
“The Morrigan.”


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