Deception By Epic Ulster
Charles had been a prisoner to this dungeon almost a year. His sense of hope seemed to fade with each passing moment, filling the void of forgotten memories with a new idea of personal destruction. Each night he wallowed in the thought of death greeting him with each coming dawn.
As the morning sun crept through the stained window, it casted an eerie glow throughout the dungeon until focusing in the corner on a dark, hooded figure, his beady eyes were piercing enough to look Medusa herself in the face. Charles could feel his stomach begin to turn with each second his gaze remained locked on the man in the corner. He wanted to look away, no, needed to look away, but the shadowed being's aura created a sense of imminent catastrophe. Was this the day death would come to carry him to the afterlife? Or was this just another trick toying with his sanity.
"You've finally come for me!" Charles sobbed, "Only in the face of death can I find happiness."
The figure did not stir. To what extent of torture comes the point where one can no longer decipher those objects portrayed in front of them. To Charles what was laid out before him instilled a sense of judgement, Charles actions in the near future lay the blocks for the path he will follow. In a primitive state, Charles wouldn't think very far into the future, but at the level of mental development Charles achieved throughout the last year, what happens after the present is all he has to live for.
Charles mustered enough energy to drag his frail body and mangled legs. As Charles slid ever closer to the figure it slowly reached out it's hand. Each finger looked wilted and boney. Black, diseased flesh was peeling back in places leaving exposed bone. A low hanging hood covered most of what appeared to be...
"Hello! My name's Roger!" the figure announced, "can't seem to find my way out around here!" As Charles began to speak, the man teleported, leaving Charles and his soul entombed for eternity.
31-May-2012 08:28:28
