The Creatures of Ellieu Forest, Part 7
April 19th 2011 22:25
Everything around him went from amazingly, head piercing bright to a single candle that flickered beside his bed on a stand. He lifted his head to dizzying height, and fell down on the bed again. He never liked feeling helpless, especially when he didn't know who was around, or where he was. How could he get to this place anyway? It felt as if he hadn't moved for a long time, and his muscles were still asleep. Still, he was an officer in the Emperor's army, and a little stiffness never stopped him from doing anything. He had to assess the situation. Fighting from what held him down, he fought to get up, and then felt what he struggled with. His arms were tied to the side of where he lay, and when he pulled on one side, the other side disappeared under the bed. It was only a simple knot, so his training wouldn’t have been a problem. He twisted his hands around, and reached out for the knot just in time to discover that his hands were covered by bags, and sewn to the rope around his wrists. He chuckled at the efficiency, even if it seemed a little overboard. He looked down at his feet, and they were also tied, both with the same rope. So, he flopped his head back down, and waited. Whoever they were, they knew how to incapacitate their prisoner.
Where he was, from what he could see, wasn't a regular cell. The candle light bounced off the dark walls, and illuminated gold scrolling around the top of the ceiling. He had heard about spells written to protect the building, but never seen anything like this. The scroll danced around in ribbon like fashion, with dashes, dots and accents over the different parts of the scroll work. He followed it around the room. Maybe it wasn't a spell. Maybe it was just decorative from a world long gone from sight. Against the far wall, a door with a window in it stood shut, and beside it an ornate dresser, also with dark wood over the top of it. Then, back around, a small table with a wash basin, and fancy scroll work on the legs of the table, then finally the nightstand where the candle rest, shedding it's light upon the small room. He wondered what would happen, if he blew out the candle. Would someone come? Would anyone truly care about him? Or, was he destined a slow death here in this strange room? No, he decided. Had they wanted him to die, he would have died already. So, he waited. He couldn’t hear anything. No clocks ticking, no crickets chirping, no natural sounds to let him know what time it was. So, taking his life in his hands, he blew out the candle.
The dark room got much darker, then his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see the moon outside his window. Waning moon. He hadn't been there that long, he figured, as the night before he left, it was the same moon. Or, the other option was that he had been here an entire month. Whatever the case, the candle sparked and lit up again. He turned his head to the other side, away from the bright light of the candle, and closed his eyes. The light was too much.
"Serves you right, man, for trying to eliminate the light from this room." He searched for the origin of the voice. It was the same voice that spoke to him in the forest.
"Where are you? What's going on? How did I get here?"
"All in due time, man. For now, you must sleep."
"Wait, I have so much to ask you. Please, let me know one thing." And he felt his body go against what he wanted to do. It slowly started to go to sleep. "Please, how long have I..." and before he could finish the sentence, his body fell asleep. Not like the sleep before, he could still hear, and judge his surroundings.
"You have been here for two days. Why do you wish to know this?" the voice echoed in his mind. He scrambled to not let it get closer to what he was thinking, but the being dug fast and deep, and he couldn’t stop it.
And, the voice found it. It found him reading the note. It found him looking at the woman in the pub. It felt the feelings that he had for her. It sensed the danger that was immediate to the woman, and the want for the man to stop that danger. It seemed to like what it found, and let the rest of it alone. It backed away, and let him rest from the intrusion. He thought 'Thank you' but couldn't say anything to it. All he could do was lay there and hope that he would get back to her in time, before the evilness that took over the kingdom would reach into her woods. But, a new sense of hope built up in his being, and he slept peacefully for the rest of the night.
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