"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 29, 2012
The Long Road into Night #29
It is your 29th day on the dark
road.Where you were before, you do not
know.Why you originally came here, you
do not know.Why you stayed and why you
still remained, was because somewhere inside of you, there was a need to be
here.Once it had been something else,
but now it was to hunt.
You were the hunter of the long night, and
these pitiful creatures were your prey.Their flesh was yours to tear.Their bones were meant to be broken between your teeth.Their final scream in your ears, would be
like finest music.In a howl you shout
your desires, and normally they would all cower in fear.
The retched goblin however had tied your jaw
shut, and quite well at that.The howl
that should have chilled the dead, instead sounded like a sad little whimper.This did not please you, as again you
struggled helplessly against your bindings.Those damn goblins could really tie a knot.
“Please hold him,” the young Meek girl asked
the goblins.“I don’t him hurting
“Mongo can hold him,” the giant troll said,
from above the gathering. “Mongo make sure he never moves again.”
“Thank you, Mongo,” the girl politely said. “You
did very well before, but I believe Sic and Hic will manage okay this time.”
Mongo grumbled something and from your view,
he did not look happy.Now those
disgusting little imps had their hands on you again.
“I like Mongo’s idea better,” Hic said
sourly.“This is not how things are done
here.I never had a problem with the
rules before this one came along.You
are supposed to let things be in this world, not get involved.”He glared at Sic.“I blame you for this.”
“I’m sorry, Hic,” Sic sighed.“It just didn’t seem right to leave this one
to that witch, Gelda.”
“Right…?” Hic scoffed.“There is no ‘right’ in this world.Just a lot of ‘wrong’, which smarter
individuals than us, know better than to interfere with.”
“Not this time,” the young girl
interjected.“This one is
different.I told you, it has a
purpose.”She looked down at you.“This one is not Meek, not goblin, and not
like any other who walks this world.”
She slowly knelt down beside you.If the bindings were the least bit loose, you
would have had her throat.She laid a
hand on your side, and you flinched at pain that did not come.
What is this girl’s game?
“Do you remember me?” she looked at you
Your whimpered growl is the best ‘no’ she’d
get from you.
“Ellie,” Sic, the other goblin cautiously
said.“Maybe Hic is right.Maybe we should let Mongo have him.”
“No,” Ellie said firmly.Her voice was rising.“He is not like us.He does not belong here, nor does he deserve
to be here.I know that I do… but not
him.” She shook her head.“The ‘One’
doesn’t get to keep him,” she added sharply.
The goblins looked at each other
skeptically.They continued to hold you
through the long silence filled the clearing.Ellie brushed the fur away from your eye that faced her, and looked
deeply into it.
“I know that you are in there,” she whispered
softly.“It is like you have fallen in a
well, and have landed deep in the darkness.You’re just simply waiting to be tossed a rope.”Ellie smiled but sadly.“That, I can do.”
She closed her glowing eyes.After a moment, a small crystal tear flowed
down her right cheek.Her eyes
opened.With her finger, she dabbed the
tear from her cheek and looked at it.
“This will be your rope,” she said.“You are lost with no memories of your
own.So I give you one of mine… a human
memory, from a time when I was.I give
it freely.Please use it to pull
yourself from the well.”
Panic fills you, and you try to struggle, but
again those damn goblins and their knots.
Ellie touched the crystal tear to the side of
your head, and this time the pain comes, like a red-hot poker being stabbed
into your brain.
There was a blinding light, and then there