Rated M for Horror and adult Themes
I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
"Folsom Prison Blues" Johnny Cash
Awake!, Awake, It saw the world with a million eyes and understood, for years it had gazed upon the world but lacked comprehension something kept it disconnected from Its gestalt mind, until now. What had freed it? Seven, of Seven, of Seven. Yes! That must be it, It chuckled. Memories long since hidden flashed through It’s mind, yes it was time to reclaim it’s property, that what was sworn to It long ago, but no, It still couldn’t move, the time wasn’t right was not RIPE, so It waited, watched, and dreamed.
A lightning bolt crashed to the ground in front of him knocking Daniel to the ground, his vision was blurry and he was drenched in rain, nevertheless he found himself running towards the edge of a cliff a figure was in the distance but he couldn’t make it out. As he got near the figure stepped off the cliff hurtling towards the jagged rocks below, he made a final leap and grabbed the figures small hand. Before he could pull the person up he felt the rocks give away and found himself falling down, down. “Dan!” a voice came in the darkness “DAN!” Daniel awoke with a start “huh? Wha?” he said shaking his head, he must’ve fallen asleep at his station again, “Captains coming!” the guard stationed to his right said. Daniel stood up straight hands firmly on his spear, thank Cyros for Brian he thought the captain was always a hard ass on the Feast of Plenty. The captain marched towards them a scowl on his mustachioed face. “Straighten up! This is the busiest day of the year and I’ll have no slouching!” the old captain barked, “Guardsman Daniel, you’re on escort duty assigned to Princess Felicia, do not lose her! The grand banquet is tonight and all of the royal family must be in attendance, do I make myself clear?!” “Yes Sir!” Daniel said automatically, “Good, head to the courtyard double time guardsman!”
Daniel yawned, Cyros’s ass he wished he was out at the festival, where there was music, and dancing, food, lots of ale, but no he had to stand around getting a bunch of angry glares. He got the distinct impression that Felicia didn’t like him, probably had to do with that business with her little lover boy, he had chased him all the way to the wall he even got a good shot with his spear on his bum, ha poor fool jumped ten feet in the air! The thought made him laugh.