Tale Across Time: Intro
"This is the beginning of my new series, it will contain yiff in next chapter, but this is something I did in the heat of the moment. I feel great about this story though"
Our story starts around 1400AD, in the darkest of Scotland. The landscape lies dark and quiet below the sky, a strike of lightning flashing up the surrounding area, nothing but hills and forest. The clouds move slowly over the sky, sending heavy rain upon the ground, the thick and black clouds block out ever ray the moon might send, but even the moon stays hidden on a night like this.
It's closer to midnight, not a soul stirs in the open, maybe a fox crosses the field quickly, a flock of bats emerge from their sleep to hunt for food, an owl hoots in the distant. This is time for mystic, only a fool would disturb such nature, tampering with the laws. But on this night, animals fear the dark, even a fox with the dullest of wit stays clear of this landscape... for tonight, the laws of nature shall be broken.
In the distance, a castle rises as we close in. It's an old castle; it's been there since man can remember. Everyone has their own opinion about it, everyone has their own history about it. No one really cares, yet it's something everyone wishes to know. But this night it's different, the castle seems alive. In the eastern wing, the windows are open, a light shines through the closed curtains, allowing a glimpse... shall we take a look?
A first glimpse is hard, the light is dim and faded... let your eyes adjust. It's a big room, just as old as the castle, a man could stand on another man's shoulders and yet not reach the ceiling, arms stretched. Only one way in, except the windows, a big, sturdy door, taller than a full-grown man. There's no furniture but a table in the middle, red circled carpet underneath. Torches are lit on the wall, shedding a slight light upon the table. Quickly hide, for the door opens and robed men enter.
Long, brown robes make their way towards the table. Six men in full, hood shadowing their face from light, making it impossible to see. Tall men, their bodies are similar the same, build and length, as if they were mass-produced. They stand in a circle around the table, your eyes can see the red markings on the table, symbols of various origin. They have all gathered the tonight for a purpose, the symbols tell us that purpose.
Through the door now steps an older man, a white beard on his chin, dressed in a simple white robe, there's no doubt he's the leader, everything says he is. He walks up to the table, placing a thick, red book on the table, stirring up some dust. He then looks at his fellow men, spreads his arms and his voice boom through the room.
-Tonight we shall see the birth of a new era, our gods have granted us the power of eternal life, the power of strength, wisdom and speed... tonight, our dreams shall be true...
He turns and points on a man, his finger long and thin, just as pale as a skeleton. His body is still as he moves closer to the man.
"Bring me the sacrifice, she shall bring paradise."
The chosen man gave a swift nod, and turned, heading over to the darkest of corners in the room, stretching his arm into the darkness, his hands grasping around an object. Out he pulls a woman, naked in her barest beauty. His hands grip her shoulders tightly, one hand wrapping around her arm as he starts to pull her towards the table. The older man spoke again, his voice now a little lower as his words were directed to the woman.
-Do not fight this, you shall be the mother of a god.
She gurgles; she has obviously not consented to this. As she's turned towards the window you see a gag on her mouth. Her eyes lock with yours, she begs for your help with her eyes.
Hold it, do not tempt fate! It's not our place to help her, just watch it happen, this is important. Watch how they strap her down on the table. Her arms and legs spread wide, her entire treasure visual to whoever wished to see it. A few men gave a glance upon her naked body; a bulge is slightly visible in their robes.
-Now, now, my fellow comrades, this treat is for our god only.
They all nodded, knowing it from before. The robed man nodded slowly before he opened the book on the table, his finger trailing down the page slowly.
Another robed man steps towards the leader, carrying a wooden box, on it carved several figures of animals: wolves, birds and horses, all standing around one human. A low clicking sound was heard as the leader moved his hand on the side, the lid slowly opening. The contents give off a slight sparkle as the dim light hit it, reflecting it back several times stronger. The leader reached into the box, his hand grasps around an object and pulls it out.
The knife is shaped in various animal-shapes. A wolf, eagle and a deer ornament the shaft of the knife, the blade of metal, thin and long, almost singing as the air slices against it. He held it up in the air, it's one of those scenes you expect a blinding red light and appearance of a goddess from the ceiling. Yet all there was the chanting from the brown-robed men. Slowly the man lowered his arms again, giving off a soft smirk as he walked up to the woman, stroking his hand through her hair.
The woman turned her head and closed her eyes tight, trying to wake up from a horrible dream, her whines going unheard from the men as they stand still, chanting loudly. The leader raised the knife again, the knife now giving off a faint red light, sparkling slightly, this time not reflecting light, this time the knife seemed to glow itself. Don't watch now, this woman has come to the end of her line.
The man dropped the knife slowly, sinking it deeply into the woman's heart. The woman didn't have time for a gasp before she was dead; her entire body seemed to die the instant the tip of the knife touched her delicate skin. The man released the shaft and once again there was nothing but the dreadful silence, even worse than before since all the animals seems to have stopped, to listen for something.
The men leaves the room, the leader lingering for a while, his head turned to the female lying dead on the table. His eyes narrow a bit, no blood, no scream; no flashing blinding light... had something gone wrong? He sighed and shrugged. What did it matter? This wasn't the first failure... but next time... next time would be the right time...
You lie asleep in your bed, the room is dark. Rumors has gone about village that your father was murdered savagely by a wolf. Not only he, but four of his friends too, guts ripped out from their bowels, their skulls shattered and limbs torn from their sockets, leaving one bloody mess, similar to one have fallen from 50-storage building, hitting pavement head first.
Suddenly your window blow open, a figure leaps through. Then silence, your eyes widening as the figure stands before you, breathing slowly as its' body rests. The weather his calm, yet you hear dripping from the monster, for man it is not. The monster stare at you, his eyes shimmer of darkness even though no light is to be seen. His claws clip together, making your entire body shiver.
Suddenly the voice breaks through the air, carried from the monster to you.
-I took your father as a punishment, he raised me and now he's where he wanted to be...
The monster move around the bed, the windows blowing shut as the monster raised a claw into the air. You gasp in horror, what does it want you? The monster grabs your covers and pulls it from your body, giving clear view to the creatures of the dark.
A quick glance out the window, you see several birds sitting on the window-perch or in the tree near. The voice echoes through the room:
-They have come to witness the beginning of a new era, just as your father promised.
Suddenly the clouds part, shattering the darkness in your room. You stare at the now apparent creature in front of view. You gasp in horror as you see it, standing roughly the size of a man, muscles rippling through its' entire body.
-YOU... will be the Son of God.
You scream in horror as the werewolf lounges for you, your scream quickly silenced as the jaws slams shut around your neck, the creature's weight lying down on you heavily. It stunk of blood, sweat and earth, the muscles rippling against your bare skin. The jaws strengthen their grip on your throat; you feel the blood dripping down your neck and back. The beast straddles your body... then everything goes black.
In the far off distant future, a young man, screams as he sits up in the bed. His breathing is loud and heavy, his eyes wide as he stares at the wall right in front of him. The sweat drips down in his body in rivers, his entire body shaking with cold, yet his forehead feeling as if it will burst into flames. His shiver hand search its' way to your forehead, rubbing at it lightly. Those dreams, what did they mean?
-Snap out of it, Robert, that's all they are, dreams.
His voice reassures himself enough, lying back into the bed. His hand feels his throat and neck, they were quite whole.
To be continued...