Castle Mortwood
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Castle Mortwood
If you go through the darkest woods, over the deepest river, and through the highest mountain ranges, you would find a rather small and happy village nestled in the greenest valley you'd ever see. But, looming over the village was a deep and dark secret. For, above the village directly between mountain top and sea was a large and dark castle. Well, less castle and more prison, long ago when a king still ruled this land, he kept all his important prisoners in Castle Mortwood, and sometimes, at night, villagers would hear the screams coming from the castle.
The castle is empty now. Except for one last prisoner. They say, that deep within the castle, in the darkest cell and the deepest dungeon, there lies a monster. Children were kept up at night by tales of this frightening creature, they say that the monster is so frightening, that should it be freed, the sun, stars and moon would dim and darken, in fear. They say that if this monstrous beast is let out, it would raze the world to the ground...
A young and beautiful woman languished within the darkest cell and the deepest dungeon inside Castle Mortwood. The cell was damp, small and dirty and had but one window, her hair was twisted and matted from the many years of dirtiness, her clothes were ancient and torn and silvery scars rippled across her body whenever she moved; they did nothing to diminish her otherworldly beauty.
She was in a curled up position. She straightened out and the moonlight streaming through the tiny window illuminated her hair and shed light on her face. It was tired and weary form the many years of captivity. She turned to look at the stars.
They shined brightly. Then, to her, and her only, their bright, bright light turned accusing, insulting, and hateful. Their bright, beautiful light turned dark and ugly. They seemed to say, "Monster."
A tear rolled down the woman's cheek, cutting through the grime that had settled there. She hunched down again into a fetal position. She stayed like that for a long time.
Then, almost imperceptibly, her eyes grew colder, her muscles tensed and she bared her teeth at the stars. They gleamed white in the light, sharp, too sharp for a human. The stars flickered out for a second at this display of insubordination.
'They called me monster!' She thought.
'I will dim the stars and darken the moon.' This she vowed.
'I will raze the world to the ground.' This she vowed.
'I will make the world tremble at my name.' This she vowed.
The smell of charred flesh wafted in the air. The sky was blood red, as red as the ground below. Bodies were piled on top of each other, determined by only in the order the she had killed them.
The ground was well watered.
Blood had painted a canvas and it was beautiful.
Blood caked her arms and hands, not quite dry yet as each time she had killed them had freshened the blood.
The stars and moon had gone out. There was no light in the sky save for the frightened, early rays of dawn that only painted more blood onto the picture.
She stood in the middle of it all. In the middle of what had been the town square surrounded by men, women and children that had once lived.
She smiled. This was only the beginning.
She smiled at the dark, starless sky. Her sharp teeth dripped blood from the people she had killed.
A drop teetered on the edge of one of her canines and dropped onto her chin where it rolled off to join the bodies below.
Casually, as if she was taking a walk in the park, she strolled to the village gates, treading on the bodies and enjoying the sound of crunching bones.
She reached the village gate.
Two thousand years she had lived, and yet she had to live eight thousand more.
Her hand reached out to turn the lock.
'They had wanted a monster, they had wanted a nightmare.'
The gate opened and she stepped out for the first time in a hundred years. They had failed.
'Now they have one. They will get their monster, they will get their nightmare.'
'Me.'
The castle is empty now. Except for one last prisoner. They say, that deep within the castle, in the darkest cell and the deepest dungeon, there lies a monster. Children were kept up at night by tales of this frightening creature, they say that the monster is so frightening, that should it be freed, the sun, stars and moon would dim and darken, in fear. They say that if this monstrous beast is let out, it would raze the world to the ground...
A young and beautiful woman languished within the darkest cell and the deepest dungeon inside Castle Mortwood. The cell was damp, small and dirty and had but one window, her hair was twisted and matted from the many years of dirtiness, her clothes were ancient and torn and silvery scars rippled across her body whenever she moved; they did nothing to diminish her otherworldly beauty.
She was in a curled up position. She straightened out and the moonlight streaming through the tiny window illuminated her hair and shed light on her face. It was tired and weary form the many years of captivity. She turned to look at the stars.
They shined brightly. Then, to her, and her only, their bright, bright light turned accusing, insulting, and hateful. Their bright, beautiful light turned dark and ugly. They seemed to say, "Monster."
A tear rolled down the woman's cheek, cutting through the grime that had settled there. She hunched down again into a fetal position. She stayed like that for a long time.
Then, almost imperceptibly, her eyes grew colder, her muscles tensed and she bared her teeth at the stars. They gleamed white in the light, sharp, too sharp for a human. The stars flickered out for a second at this display of insubordination.
'They called me monster!' She thought.
'I will dim the stars and darken the moon.' This she vowed.
'I will raze the world to the ground.' This she vowed.
'I will make the world tremble at my name.' This she vowed.
The smell of charred flesh wafted in the air. The sky was blood red, as red as the ground below. Bodies were piled on top of each other, determined by only in the order the she had killed them.
The ground was well watered.
Blood had painted a canvas and it was beautiful.
Blood caked her arms and hands, not quite dry yet as each time she had killed them had freshened the blood.
The stars and moon had gone out. There was no light in the sky save for the frightened, early rays of dawn that only painted more blood onto the picture.
She stood in the middle of it all. In the middle of what had been the town square surrounded by men, women and children that had once lived.
She smiled. This was only the beginning.
She smiled at the dark, starless sky. Her sharp teeth dripped blood from the people she had killed.
A drop teetered on the edge of one of her canines and dropped onto her chin where it rolled off to join the bodies below.
Casually, as if she was taking a walk in the park, she strolled to the village gates, treading on the bodies and enjoying the sound of crunching bones.
She reached the village gate.
Two thousand years she had lived, and yet she had to live eight thousand more.
Her hand reached out to turn the lock.
'They had wanted a monster, they had wanted a nightmare.'
The gate opened and she stepped out for the first time in a hundred years. They had failed.
'Now they have one. They will get their monster, they will get their nightmare.'
'Me.'
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PookaLovesBooks
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Nice story. I really enjoyed it but I didnt exactly understand the plot of the story. Perhaps next time, you could give us more insight into what has happened.
