Reefern86
11-15-2006, 12:19 AM
Hey...I've been working for the past two years writting a book, and i recently needed to take a break. I didn't feel like stopping writing entirly so i started to write short stories. The first one that i want to post was originally made for a FC here on CB, so i figured it would only be fitting. I hope ppl enjoy my stories, and I would apprciate it if you all share your oppinions.
To start....
The Darkness Within
A few days ago a man came to my village with a challenge. He wanted to see who in my village would be brave enough to climb to the top of the sacred peak of mount Dreagin. He said that if we came back to the village with a token from the god of the mountain, we would be richly rewarded. So here I am clinging to the harsh rock face of Mount Dreagin, as the rains begin, and my tortured blood soaked hands begin to lose their grip.
One of my hands slips from the rock face completely and I feel my body reel into the open air. My body jerks to a halt thanks to my other hand that is lodged to the rocks. I feel as if that jerk just brought my mind back into my body, and I quickly scramble to find a better purchase in the rock. If I fail…I will plummet to my death.
Luckily for me I manage to regain my purchase and I look up to see how much further I have to go. The top is only fifty more feet above me. I can make it if I manage to not focus on the searing pain of my bloodied and torn hands. Great! I just thought it! SHIT!
I grit my teeth and continue the climb I started two days ago. If I manage to make these few last feet I will be the first mortal man in history to conquer the dreaded Dreagin. If I am lucky I will be able to converse with God when I reach the top. Or at least that’s what they say, but who would really know?
I feel my body slowly pulling its way to the summit. I am to weary to think. I just breathe and climb. The pace is beyond slow, but I prefer a slow climb to a swift death. It takes me years to reach the summit, but I finally feel my hands pull my body to the top. Unbelievingly I sit and stare down the mountain I had just defeated.
“How’s the view,” I hear from behind me. I turn as swiftly as my body will still allow, but there is no one there.
“What was that,” I said to the wind and rain, “I must be losing my mind!”
“No that isn’t quiet true,” the voice said, and from the clouds I witnessed an angle descend from the dark clouds and alight in front of me.
I almost fell back down the mountain in my surprise, but I managed to stay on the small summit. The angel just stood there watching me as if I were some strange bug he’d just discovered. Or at least I thought it was a he. I couldn’t quiet be sure, and I am not a good enough poet to even attempt to describe him. He was an angel! No other description is needed.
Slowly I built up the courage to speak, “Um, hello!” I didn’t know what else to say.
The angle laughed heartily, “Hello indeed little man. How is it that one such as you has managed to find your way to my home? I have not seen a human in ages.”
“Well…a man came to my village and asked for a strong and brave man to climb to the peak of Mount Dreagin. He said that we may be able to converse with god, and he said that if we could retrieve a token from him, we would be wealthy beyond our wildest dreams. I am the last of the seven men that originally set out,” I said. Telling the story as swiftly as possible. The details of the others demise was unnecessary, and the angle seemed to be slightly restless. He kept moving from one foot to the other as I spoke, as if the ground were to hot to stand on directly.
“Ah! So that is the reason you come knocking on my doorstep is it,” the angel asked me. “Well this old man you speak of lied. God does not merely dwell at the top of large mountains, but expelled angels…they, on the other hand, do dwell here.”
As the angels words began to dawn on me the angel swiftly dove towards me and lifted me into the air above the mountain. I looked down in panic as the mountain, and earth was snuffed out by the thick clouds we passed through. I was stricken speechless. I was going to die at the hands of an angel. What are the chances?
“Well little man you have been great fun,” the angel said and he began to laugh again. “And for the entertainment you have given me I will give you one wish. Think it over well little man for much depends on this wish.”
The angel stopped flying upwards and stopped in mid air, hovering. I looked down and all I saw were the great white plains of the tops of clouds. The angel held me further away from him and said, “Now what is your wish?”
My mind tried desperately to think of something. The first thing that came to my mind was uttered, and to this day I am cursed by it. I said, “I WISH NOT TO DIE!”
The angle laughed ruthlessly and said simply, “Granted!”
With that I felt something stir with me. A pain tore through my body and the angle released me from his grip. I fell screaming from both fear and pain. I fell through the clouds and landed harshly on the mountain top where the angle had originally grabbed me, still writhing in pain. Suddenly I felt something exploding from behind my shoulder blades and the pain slowly faded. Confused and bone weary I looked behind me and what I saw destroyed what little sanity I had left. They were great wings, as pure white and as soft as a swans.
“This little man is my gift to you,” the angel said coming back down through the clouds. “You are to take my place in this hell. You will spend an eternity, undying, of pain hunger and boredom, as I have spent. I know christen you Dreagin, the unclean. You now bare my sins and with them my curse. I have been cleansed by your sacrifice and may feed on the innocent once more. Enjoy!”
A cackling laughter fallowed the former Dreagin as he flew off to destroy the world below. And I am unsure to this day, if it was my crazed laughter or his…
To start....
The Darkness Within
A few days ago a man came to my village with a challenge. He wanted to see who in my village would be brave enough to climb to the top of the sacred peak of mount Dreagin. He said that if we came back to the village with a token from the god of the mountain, we would be richly rewarded. So here I am clinging to the harsh rock face of Mount Dreagin, as the rains begin, and my tortured blood soaked hands begin to lose their grip.
One of my hands slips from the rock face completely and I feel my body reel into the open air. My body jerks to a halt thanks to my other hand that is lodged to the rocks. I feel as if that jerk just brought my mind back into my body, and I quickly scramble to find a better purchase in the rock. If I fail…I will plummet to my death.
Luckily for me I manage to regain my purchase and I look up to see how much further I have to go. The top is only fifty more feet above me. I can make it if I manage to not focus on the searing pain of my bloodied and torn hands. Great! I just thought it! SHIT!
I grit my teeth and continue the climb I started two days ago. If I manage to make these few last feet I will be the first mortal man in history to conquer the dreaded Dreagin. If I am lucky I will be able to converse with God when I reach the top. Or at least that’s what they say, but who would really know?
I feel my body slowly pulling its way to the summit. I am to weary to think. I just breathe and climb. The pace is beyond slow, but I prefer a slow climb to a swift death. It takes me years to reach the summit, but I finally feel my hands pull my body to the top. Unbelievingly I sit and stare down the mountain I had just defeated.
“How’s the view,” I hear from behind me. I turn as swiftly as my body will still allow, but there is no one there.
“What was that,” I said to the wind and rain, “I must be losing my mind!”
“No that isn’t quiet true,” the voice said, and from the clouds I witnessed an angle descend from the dark clouds and alight in front of me.
I almost fell back down the mountain in my surprise, but I managed to stay on the small summit. The angel just stood there watching me as if I were some strange bug he’d just discovered. Or at least I thought it was a he. I couldn’t quiet be sure, and I am not a good enough poet to even attempt to describe him. He was an angel! No other description is needed.
Slowly I built up the courage to speak, “Um, hello!” I didn’t know what else to say.
The angle laughed heartily, “Hello indeed little man. How is it that one such as you has managed to find your way to my home? I have not seen a human in ages.”
“Well…a man came to my village and asked for a strong and brave man to climb to the peak of Mount Dreagin. He said that we may be able to converse with god, and he said that if we could retrieve a token from him, we would be wealthy beyond our wildest dreams. I am the last of the seven men that originally set out,” I said. Telling the story as swiftly as possible. The details of the others demise was unnecessary, and the angle seemed to be slightly restless. He kept moving from one foot to the other as I spoke, as if the ground were to hot to stand on directly.
“Ah! So that is the reason you come knocking on my doorstep is it,” the angel asked me. “Well this old man you speak of lied. God does not merely dwell at the top of large mountains, but expelled angels…they, on the other hand, do dwell here.”
As the angels words began to dawn on me the angel swiftly dove towards me and lifted me into the air above the mountain. I looked down in panic as the mountain, and earth was snuffed out by the thick clouds we passed through. I was stricken speechless. I was going to die at the hands of an angel. What are the chances?
“Well little man you have been great fun,” the angel said and he began to laugh again. “And for the entertainment you have given me I will give you one wish. Think it over well little man for much depends on this wish.”
The angel stopped flying upwards and stopped in mid air, hovering. I looked down and all I saw were the great white plains of the tops of clouds. The angel held me further away from him and said, “Now what is your wish?”
My mind tried desperately to think of something. The first thing that came to my mind was uttered, and to this day I am cursed by it. I said, “I WISH NOT TO DIE!”
The angle laughed ruthlessly and said simply, “Granted!”
With that I felt something stir with me. A pain tore through my body and the angle released me from his grip. I fell screaming from both fear and pain. I fell through the clouds and landed harshly on the mountain top where the angle had originally grabbed me, still writhing in pain. Suddenly I felt something exploding from behind my shoulder blades and the pain slowly faded. Confused and bone weary I looked behind me and what I saw destroyed what little sanity I had left. They were great wings, as pure white and as soft as a swans.
“This little man is my gift to you,” the angel said coming back down through the clouds. “You are to take my place in this hell. You will spend an eternity, undying, of pain hunger and boredom, as I have spent. I know christen you Dreagin, the unclean. You now bare my sins and with them my curse. I have been cleansed by your sacrifice and may feed on the innocent once more. Enjoy!”
A cackling laughter fallowed the former Dreagin as he flew off to destroy the world below. And I am unsure to this day, if it was my crazed laughter or his…