"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner
Monday, October 22, 2012
The Long Road into Night #22
On the 22nd day, you realize that you
are running out of time.This place has almost
taken everything from you.It all started
with that one thing, whatever that thing was. Now you feel empty, like there’s barely
anything left of you now.
You have to keep moving.
You have to get to the end of the road.
“Are you sure you don’t want to rest,”
grunted a little voice.
You look down at the young girl with the
glowing eyes.You find that you are
leaning heavily on her shoulders, as she helps you along.
Her name is…Ellie.Ellie… you say it again in your head.You have to remember her.Her name is the last of your memories.You have to hang on to at least that.It was something.
You shake your head, and gave her a weak
smile.To prove to Ellie that you can go
on, you shift your weight from her shoulders, to your own legs.Ellie seems to accept this with a little skepticism.It was earned, for when you take your next
step, you nearly fall on her.
“The fool was warned and he did not listen,” booming
deep voice echoed in your ears.
Ellie squeaked in fear.
You look up.A tall figure, in a long black hooded cloak, stood in the road before
“The One,” Ellie said in a hushed tone.
The ‘One’…?Then you remember again, that something was taken from you.
“You have cost me something,” the ‘One’ stated.“Now accounts must be settled.”