Chapter Two: Shadows on the Walls
Heavy sleep drug Horus down...down...down into it's murky depths. For a moment , he struggled against it's pull--it seemed almost unnatural. It seemed almost wrong and intangible.All kinds of words where whispered to him as the canvas shifted like grim figures on a wall. Luminous eyes like candles gawked at him in the darkness and shadows sway and danced. Wolves of smoke and ash moved crazily around.
He could feel the hot taste of fire, the burning of her eyes. He did not know how it was a she, but he knew none the less. What was happening?
The dark room took shape. The edges were unclear but the middle started to become defined and he could make out a pedestal in the middle.On the book was written in smooth cursive, "The Lost Isles."
The cover was green he noticed as he got closer. The pages seem to glow around the edges and transform and illuminate. He reached up with a claw and touched the cover.
A dark energy surged through him and he could hear a voice like a whisper say, "
But all the stories are true...He dug his claws in and flipped the first page, immediately captivated by the tale of "The Grimm".
...
She had returned to him the article he had required. He'd lead her to a dark cavern and spoke words of some ancient forgotten tongue before having her lean over the a bowl of water.
Instead of seeing her reflection, she was looking back at a very young stallion. Just past being a teenager. His hair was long and dark like some fallen angel. There was something cold and shrewd in his eyes.His eyes moved toward her and she knew that he had truly seen her.
She could not tear her eyes away.
There on the table in the middle of the room laid the very same book that was in the bag she carried with her everywhere. His claws gripped it and it opened with ease pouring out it's secrets to
him.
She felt a sharp hiss escape her lips before she said,
"All the stories are true..."(notes establish how to find, what payment was, what's owed and more of the dreams and stories)
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