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She sat there. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
For an unkown amount of time, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But not once did she stir.
Not once.
She sat there, like a broken porcelain doll… Waiting. Her chains had not even clinked in all that time. She'd stayed in that same position for centuries. Waiting.
When CRACK!
She still did not stir.
CRACK!
She remained silent… Patient.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Suddenly, they stopped. Not a single sound. The mind-numbing silence had reached once more. She was insane, by now she was sure of it. She hadn't got her hopes up, nor demolished them… So she felt no disappointment.
…
…
…
…
Thump.
…
…
…
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
The thump against the long sealed door was steady, like a heartbeat… Something she hadn't heard in an eternity. The short tapping continued, but still she did not stir. She sat perfectly silent.
…CRACK!
And there it was the pièce de résistance, the award winning crack that had been abandoned. It was clear whoever was trying to open her cell was desperate or ignorant. Or perhaps a mixture of both. She still did not stir; she hung her head low, sitting against the wall, her hands raised carelessly above her head, bound in unearthly chains.
CRACK!
CRACK!
It continued on… and on… and on… She still did not move. She remained still, like a statue.
When, at last.
SMASH!
Sunlight filtered through, burning her. But she remained deathly silent. An old, fragile-looking woman approached her, draped in strange looking materials that made her look like a puffy black penguin.
But she still remained silent
"Kathurro mitak toraka glacto."
The slumped figure smiled, and lifted her head at the woman showing centuries of decayed and rotten teeth, bone white flesh, ribs and bones covered by a thin layer of skin. Her hair had not grown strangely, and stayed a small mop of dark threads on her greasy cranium.
"My brethren." She replied, in a voice too deep and too dark to be her own
"They will be found." She replied
"My sword."
"It will be retrieved."
"My armor."
"You will adorn it."
"My shield."
"You will carry it."
"My freedom."
"You shall have it."
She had one last request… The by far most important one.
"My revenge."
"It will be done."
And so will come, the rise of the Daemons.
Waiting.
Waiting.
For an unkown amount of time, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But not once did she stir.
Not once.
She sat there, like a broken porcelain doll… Waiting. Her chains had not even clinked in all that time. She'd stayed in that same position for centuries. Waiting.
When CRACK!
She still did not stir.
CRACK!
She remained silent… Patient.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Suddenly, they stopped. Not a single sound. The mind-numbing silence had reached once more. She was insane, by now she was sure of it. She hadn't got her hopes up, nor demolished them… So she felt no disappointment.
…
…
…
…
Thump.
…
…
…
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
The thump against the long sealed door was steady, like a heartbeat… Something she hadn't heard in an eternity. The short tapping continued, but still she did not stir. She sat perfectly silent.
…CRACK!
And there it was the pièce de résistance, the award winning crack that had been abandoned. It was clear whoever was trying to open her cell was desperate or ignorant. Or perhaps a mixture of both. She still did not stir; she hung her head low, sitting against the wall, her hands raised carelessly above her head, bound in unearthly chains.
CRACK!
CRACK!
It continued on… and on… and on… She still did not move. She remained still, like a statue.
When, at last.
SMASH!
Sunlight filtered through, burning her. But she remained deathly silent. An old, fragile-looking woman approached her, draped in strange looking materials that made her look like a puffy black penguin.
But she still remained silent
"Kathurro mitak toraka glacto."
The slumped figure smiled, and lifted her head at the woman showing centuries of decayed and rotten teeth, bone white flesh, ribs and bones covered by a thin layer of skin. Her hair had not grown strangely, and stayed a small mop of dark threads on her greasy cranium.
"My brethren." She replied, in a voice too deep and too dark to be her own
"They will be found." She replied
"My sword."
"It will be retrieved."
"My armor."
"You will adorn it."
"My shield."
"You will carry it."
"My freedom."
"You shall have it."
She had one last request… The by far most important one.
"My revenge."
"It will be done."
And so will come, the rise of the Daemons.
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Well, I finally got off my arse and did something. I feel accomplished. Nothing really happens here I guess, but it was a chunk of a bigger story I had lying around my brain for years, so I decided to write it. I planned to make it like a big chaptered story, but I tried that before and I got so much writer's block I gave up. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
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This is really good, something different, I like that! Can't wait to read the rest!