The Lady and the Skeleton
When I was younger I had a good life and lived in luxury for the most part. I had many friends, though I should hesitate to call them friends in hindsight. Many were more like an entourage - as in they weren't really my friends but pretended to be so because they felt the need to. Possibly this would be due to my station in life. My parents would constantly get on my case about being "a layabout" (lazy) or being superficial to life and those around me (basically a douchebag). This was in contrast to most of the life where I lived because it wasn't always an easy life for many. Recently my country (probably many of you are from there) had rough times as a war had caused financial difficulties and political strife between the citizens, yet I lived in contrast to all of that so it is understandable that my parents believed that I should be more empathetic to others.
Anyway, onto the story. I was adventurous and curious. I wanted to travel to this old place, a place of local legend and mystery but nobody wanted to go with me. I decided to take my pet cat - he's big for a cat Cringer. He sleeps all the time, so giving him a slight push with my foot wasn't enough, so I basically annoyed him by pushing my foot under his belly until he finally woke up. He was groggy as you can imagine - especially being a cat and all. He dutifully followed me as he always does anyway.
We walked deep into the woods at night which isn't a good idea but I was making sure I could leave my place without being stopped by my overprotective parents. Ugh, being an only child sucks sometimes. As we walked closer to this large place, I could smell what I can only describe as "old." Not like the stereotypical old person's stench but a different kind of must - one that makes you think of old moss, layers of dust and old books.
As we approached in the darkened light Cringer was apprehensive and I would have probably carried him but he's too big and who wants to risk being scratched up pretty bad out in the middle of nowhere? Anyway, I approached inside of this long ago abandoned place. Expecting only darkness and preparing to light my way I noticed a faint light coming from down the hallway, so I approached still in the dark. The hair on the back of my neck was standing and I had goosebumps, probably from the unnatural chill this place had but also from anticipation of something truly scary. Images of demons, cults and ghosts racing through my mind I had almost turned around and noped out of of there. But I pressed on, feeling that I should for some reason. It was as if I was being pulled to the faint light... As I approached I saw the faint light coming from a small threshold enclosure with stairs leading down. As I followed the stairs down I krept ever so quiet. As I walked down I heard faint murmuring or humming or maybe it was just echos of breathing. I was very scared at this point but I had almost come to the end. I had to look, I had to see what I came to see or I knew I'd always regret it. I turned around to see if Cringer was still there but saw him atop the steps with his teeth bared and hair standing up on his arched back. "Curiosity killed the cat" is what a famous but nearly forgotten playwright once wrote and Cringer seemed to be taking heed to that ancient lesson of warning.
I went down, first one step and then another and saw her. I saw a distinctly female shape. She was in front of an altar of some kind and candles. She had robes and what looked to be flowing white hair. She seemed almost a vision instead of person. I could not see her face now but I knew she is, or was, beautiful. Her arms showed of pale skin - glowing as if she were outside soaking in the moonlight itself. She didn't turn but she spoke. She said "You have come this night. I knew you would. You had to come." I said "What the hell are you talking about?" but realized that was only in my head - vocally I said nothing. I was too scared to. I wanted to run. Run as far away as I could and never look back, never travel the trails in the woods again, never to see the moonlit outside world again! I could not. I could not move, nor speak. I hoped that maybe if I didn't do anything, that maybe I'd see someone else, that maybe I hadn't been noticed, that maybe even if I had I would somehow become unperceived. Irrational I know but we are all irrational when we are truly scared. When our brain cannot or does not want to make sense of the reality around us.
She turned. She peered into my eyes. My soul. My essence. My being.
She said "There is an evil here. An evil that threatens all you love and hold dear in this life. You, Adam must take this and believe. Believe that you can destroy it and you will for I have seen it." But I did not want to look at what she was holding as she walked up to me.
Suddenly an image of a skeleton's face appeared with empty eyes. It seemed to smile with no lips to smile with. A devious and evil smile. It raised its hood over its head. The eyes seemed to drink me into an endless abyss but I did not want to go. He was Death. I knew it to be. I screamed. I did not know what at first. I bragged at what she was holding. A flash of light and sudden warmth and sureness engulfed me as I screamed "I HAVE... THE POWER!" I then turned to Cringer and said "To me Battle Cat!" I will ride. I will destroy the evil Skeletor. I will not allow him... it... to destroy my world. I will use my Power Sword for all that is right in this world. To bring light to the darkened shadows.
I fund sppooy skillirex adn ded. Halp!
Originally uploaded on July 6, 2014
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