Prologue
Over the moon, there was a star called Nibiru. Now Nibiru was a far off planet, mythed to be the planet of the gods, where the gods and goddesses lived at. Now, that place must of been dangerous! But also, a place where no mortal man has ever gone! Including aliens, for sheer fear!
On the fearfullest of night, where the winds were howling, the leaves were being damned to the grounds, there was a house, of pure, eerie elegance, that dwelled upon the graves keeper's undug but dug-up Earth. This house was darkened and covered by the Sun's shadow, and was lighted up by the Moon's light. And also there was electricity flowing through the place from lightning rods on the roof, from the past storm a few days back, and fire lit candles within this house. The candles were quite bright, but alas the fogged up cold windows, dimmed the lights and blurred them. This is how this creepy two-story house really was; on the outside that is.
“Isn’t that the prettiest star that you have ever seen?” A pretty young girl asked, within that haunted-seeming house.
“Why yeah, that you mention it, it is. I wonder what its name is?” The adult woman asked while holding a candle, lighting the other candles with it.
“It’s probably a beautiful name, that’s so pretty, that its beauty is what created our planet!” The young girl said, while slightly moving around, while still gazing at the star by the Moon.
“Actually, I bet fifty gold that it is some weird, thousand letter and number star identification name. I swear, that’s all that these random stars are named nowadays. Only the constellations are famous for good names. Even the stars in those constellations that make ‘em up, are still only letters and numbers probably,” The adult woman said with a loving and weird smile.
“Awwwwww, there’s no way that there is that kind of name for that kind of star. A big beautiful star, with rainbows of auras around its glimmering slick seeming, drowsing body,” The young girl said, pleasantly slinking down with her arms cross-folded, and her head lying down on her arms.
“Yeah, sure!” The woman said teasingly, as she set the candle on the table and sat down.
The woman then grabbed a peaceful book off the table, that was doing nothing else, obviously nothing else for it was a book. A mere book. As she set the book onto her lap, she looked around the room. This second story play and recreation room her and her family had set up, looked quite nice. In a queer antique, naturally dusty looking way that is. How that look happened, nobody really knew. But they all had guesses. Hers, it was that it was this old building’s fault. Her littlest daughter’s idea about it, she always kept to herself, never even told a peep of it to anyone.
She opened the book on her lap, and began to read it. She opened the book to page 73,
And began to read it.
“Across the worlds above this one, lies a dragon of doom, and this dragon, will make all suic---- thoughts ------- --- --- -- -- ---- - chalice of heroism, if this dragon be slayed… And the heroes marks will shower with the stars, if this dragon becomes --- A—e--- ------ ---- ---, and imprinted onto the stars. But alas…”
She read out loud to her littlest daughter. “See, that dragon is actually a constellation now. And it has a whole book about it…. Or at least a chapter…”, She said, becoming happy to prove her point to her.
“Are you sure? That dragon might not even be slain yet!” The young girl yelled.
“I’m sure that it is dead,” the mother said with a fond smile. “Well then, where is it in the sky? I don’t see that constellation!” The daughter said with a smug look on her face, but yet with curious eyes. “I’m not sure exactly, but it is up there somewhere,” The mother said quietly.
They both continued what they were each doing in the room, the girl looking upon the sky, the woman, reading a different book now. Quiet filled, the air, so much it hurt to listen to it, good thing they were both too distracted, or else they’d be in mental agony. They continued about this for about ten minutes, then the creaking started in, from the old house. CCCCRRREEEEAAAKKKK!!!! The house made that noise, and the girls suddenly looked around. “Maybe it’s the dragon’s cry…… Maybe he’s in our house right now…..”, the little girl said. “Nonsense! It’s just the wind,” the mother said to the daughter.
‘I swear kids these days! A dragon in a house? Making the house creak? How ridiculous!’ The adult woman thought to herself.
Suddenly, drops of water started to splash and defog the windows. And for awhile drop by drop, the windows were covered, by a clear new liquid, and the fog being replaced.
“AUAIUIUAAAH!!!!!!!!!!” The little girl yelled.
“What is it? What’s going on?” The adult woman asked in shock and in horror, as she got up dropped the book and ran to the shivering little girl, gawking at the defogging three-angled window, while standing on her knees on the red cushiony seat, with her arms dropped to her side.
The mother grabbed her daughter an held her close to her shirt and chest, while kneeling onto the red cushions. “What’s wrong?” The mother asked.
“I---I—Saw…… A …..a…a…f-…f…” The little girl half-unconsciously tried to say. The little girl’s head fell back, “And she whispered to her mother, “I saw a face….. A face in the fog……”, then the little girl fainted from the terror she beheld. The mother then held her daughters head in her hand, and lied her daughter down, closed the drapes around the window, and lied down with her, and cuddled to her with her back to the window, and her daughter inner towards the room, and waited for her daughter to wake up. And until then all the mother did was ponder what just happened and what her daughter had meant, and stroke her daughter till she woke up.
End of prologue.
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