Bright Spirit, Dark Soul
Day one: Asylum
I was there forever. Well, as long as I could remember. Barely clothed, with nothing to but look at my cell, the hall outside and the sword handle I found laying outside the bars. The only thing on my mind: who am I? The last thing I remember is a name; Zephira; and I'm certain that it's my own.
I could speak, write, and use this language like I knew it from birth.
My dreary days of imprisonment ended abruptly one day.
I was examining my hands, weathered and sickly from years of malnutrition and two suicides. I thought, "I wonder how dreadful my face is...hmmmm...... probably terrible, all things considered." I was startled when the hatch above me yielded a corpse, then a gleaming helm. The eyes inside were full of an odd mixture of hate and
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Life is going fine, then he gets a Darksign. Wife finds out, treats him like she would a Hollow.
"If she actually cared about you, she would've just been glad to know that she'd get you back if you had an accident, that you won't ever fall ill or that you could always be there."
He looked at me, with an odd, sad smile.
Then a voice called from the room that had just been given a new door.
"Who speaks? Art thou Hollow?"
We entered the hole to see a knight laying on some rubble, a fine sword on one side of him, and an elegant shield on the other.
"Thank the gods, you aren't Hollow. I'm afraid I haven't much time, will ye hear me out?"
"Yes."
"Sure."
"Alright. There is a saying in my family. 'If thou art Undead thou art chosen. The Chosen must seek the Bell of Awakening, and upon its ringing, the fate of the Undead, thou shalt know.' Go now, for I will soon die, and I would hate to harm you after death. Oh but you'll need this..." He pulled an emerald flask from his pouch and handed it to me.
"An Estus Flask, an Undead favourite. Here, take this as well..." He retrieved a key and handed it to Brawl. "Go..." He went limp, and faded
" Okay " I say trying to seem calm as I look at this weird fog like stuff around him. " Listen, now you are not going to die " he says and takes the armor and puts it back on the shelf. " Do you see it " he asks looking at me.
* * * * * * * * I woke up after a particularly bad session with the torturers. If I was lucky, I’d fall asleep from the pain. I vaguely remembered something to do with hot irons, scalpels, electric shocks, blades, pliers, and lots of blood. At that point, I was literally scared everywhere. Big, red, infected scars.
terror but I couldn’t understand why my creator was horrified at my sight I was devastated all I remember was charging at him My farther was running for his life when my farther thought I was dead he left town without me keeping his secret in his attic.
"Since when do I talk to talk to myself?" I mutter again. I slap my head in frustration. My heart is thumping in my chest, as if it's trying to burst out. I start to pace around the ladder. Maybe it is a stupid idea after all? Maybe I don't need to do this? Maybe I should just go home? I stop suddenly, swallowing the lump in my throat and
“I’ll check”, she said as she took off her satchel and dug inside. She pulled out two pick axes, “here, make yourself useful.”
When I arrived at the tavern, I quaked with fear. With my vivid imagination, I could only imagine the worst and most gruesome scenarios. I hope I leave the tavern with all my bodyparts!
“Not a gift, but an heirloom. Anya gave these to me when I left on my destiny quest.”
“Hello, I am…” I say as I trail of into a deep thought. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
But my very feelings changed to repulsion and terror when I saw the whole man slowly emerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over the dreadful abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like great wings. At first I could not believe m...
I had no idea what would become of our run in. I had fled the scene months ago, haunted by pools of blood, drenching my clothes and fingers. The taste of it, sweet with undermining metallic flavorings, adding to an addiction I had never wanted. I had left him at my parent’s house without ever looking back, but here we were in the same room, forced to stare at each other, forced to face each other’s wrath. His was directed at my thievery, mine was aimed at the curse he had placed upon me since the first day I died. So what was I to do now? Pretend as if I hadn’t seen and go about my day, rush through procedures with a hurried haste? Check out of this God forsaken hotel and find a new place to lodge under a new name in a foreign city? I did none of that. I looked all around at the poor mortal souls encircling us, possible casualties to a possible battle.
“-well I didn't ask, but, thank you, I came here to ask you to give fire to mankind. They’re cold Zeus, dying of starvation, and being hunted by wild beasts. If only you give them fire, they can survi-”
I was vibrating with it, like a struck bell. This was life turned up to the max, all pain and cold. I was loving it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to revel in it. I reaching down, tearing off what was left of my nightgown.
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
"They found you unconscious with the necklace thingy, and they placed it on me. I feel much better now."