30 June 2012
The rain fell and darkness consumed. I look. Nothing. Good sign? I don't know. I look up at the bland sky. The twisted roots of the Arkolm tree formed the famous arch-way of childhood fairy tales. But no. This is no fairy tale. No pixies. No princesses. No dragons. Nothing. Or so I think.
Suddenly something strikes. I feel a presence. It's here somewhere. What ever 'it' is. Two eyes flashed in the tangled roots. A glow of red. Then more and more appear. All are white but a central pair of red demonic eyes. Powerful. Evil. Devilish.
I stare. In awe and fright. A screech sounds and the roots crack. One by one. A dark misty figure flys out and swoops overhead. Then another. And another. The spiralling wispy creatures burst out all at once. They surround me and launch an attack biting and gnawing at me. White shapeless eyes flashing and blurring around me. I scream in an ancient and unknown tongue. They screech and swoop away. I smile glad of my accomplishment.
I look back to the mangled roots. The eyes stare back.
This is what it's about!
The tree rumbles. It then pauses. I wait. The tree shakes and is lifted from its roots. The eyes emerge. Dark and yet bright. Evil. Devilish. A large head rises long and majestic, alligator like. A long neck follows after. Then wings shoot through and lift the giant beast up and out of the heap of mud and rubble. A giant black dragon!
I look the creature up and down. It roars a fearsome roar. I charge and plunge my self into the beast. This is where it begins.
Arkolm/The Beast • Opuss № I