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Freed of the Abyss
Topic Started: Oct 2 2006, 03:43 PM (164 Views)
Sireon
Half Dragon/Half Drow
Permanent darkness masked the land, a perpetual night that blanketed the world, the chilled embrace of the blackness cradling the world to its bosom. In the Mystical forest of the fey creatures and the Elves, light danced though the forest, fireflies that lit the air and torches that burned brightly in the villages that went deep into the forest. Even though these creatures new the forest like a mother knows her child, none had ever dared step foot in the one patch of darkness that rested in the center of that magical forest, stories that a creature that never should have been born who was thrown within keeping the grown and the young at bay. This one day, an elven boy decided that he and his friends would go to the darkness, go to stand on the cliff face of the hole that led to the Abyss, which rested in the center of this forest. There were three children, none over ninety years of age, too young to play with magic that they did not understand, such as the Abyss, but they went none-the-less. A girl in the group, Eveltine, pushed her long blue hair from her shoulder and hefted a palm-sized rock in her fist, a grin on her face at the mischief she was about to begin.

“Watch me!” she cried out, tossing the rock up and down in her hand, “Let’s see if I can hit the beast that is supposed to be within this hole!” The other two children, two boys that looked to be twelve instead of fifty-two and fifty-five, giggled and cheered Eveltine on with a few whoops and hollers. Pulling back her arm, she launched the rock into the hole, a grin on her face as she looked down into the darkness. Eveltine had tied a firefly to the rock with a lock of her hair, so that they would be able to see what the rock hit, or how deep this hole they called the Abyss truly was. After rebounding off the walls several times, all three children were about to turn away, beginning to lose sight of the rock in any case, but Jerlea, the fifty-five year old boy, noticed something along the rock wall across from themselves deep in the pit. Something that seemed to be clinging to the wall, a creature of some kind too far away to tell what it was, and the light had passed too briefly for him to describe it. Tanthilus, the younger of the two boys, decided to step to the edge of the Abyss, peering down with his elven eyes to try and discover what was within, but the light was too weak for his eyes to be effective. Eveltine and Jerlea both turned away, about to walk back to their village not too far from here, when Tanthilus screamed abruptly and then was silenced. Both Jerlea and Eveltine turned back to the hole, their eyes widening when then saw that Tanthilus was no longer standing there. They wouldn’t have time to call for help, however, for their time was up as soon as they decided to walk to the Abyss in the first place.

The remaining two elven children became frozen with fear, their minds screaming for them to run, but their bodies not obeying. Both pairs of eyes became wide like saucers, fear etched all over their body as they saw what was rising from the Abyss, their throats constricting and holding in the scream of terror they attempted to produce. A clawed hand, the flesh of it black as fresh fertile soil, reached up out of the Abyss to grab at the edge of the cliff face to pull the rest of itself up. Followed by a second hand, both began to pull on the ground, pulling up the owner of both. Then a head appeared above ground, the head of a creature that had not been seen in centuries, the creature that had been thrown in long ago by an ancient people that no longer existed. Eyes that were slitted, much like a dragons eyes, glared at the two children hungrily, both eyes glowing gold as if they had absorbed what was left of the light in the world. Its face was scaled, but only on the sides of the face, the center between the middles of both eyes was black skin like the hands. Silver hair, wild and overgrown from the centuries, cascaded from the creatures head to the body it was just pulling up. Two wings extended to over seven feet to each side from the creature’s back, thick, leathery, and covered in blood-red scales much like the creature’s face. Most of the upper body was covered in scales as well, only patches of scale on the arms, covering the shoulders and the forearms. Finally the creature pulled itself free of the hole, his grey pants merely scuffed from the climb, his clawed feet firmly upon the ground as he looked hungrily upon the children, blood already on his lips from their friend.

Eveltine screamed then, turning to run back into the forest, an attempt to warn the village of the creatures escape. Jerlea could only stand and mutter, his body completely useless to him, only functioning from the neck and up.
“S-S-Sireon...h-has....e-es-escaped...” He was still muttering those words as the creature, known as Sireon to the world, whizzed passed him in a gust of speed. Jerlea could hear Eveltine’s screams as Sireon stripped the flesh from her bones with his hands, the sounds of blood splattering every where causing his body to finally turn to face it, his eyes widening as he saw the pool of blood Eveltine lay in, squirming to try and escape this creature. Half of her body had already been ripped from her, leaving her entrails and organs to lay about in the grass, Sireon devouring the muscle and flesh of her lower half as if it was his own private feast. In that instant, Jerlea knew that he was going to die, he knew that there was nothing to be done as he watched Sireon rip out Eveltine’s throat with his teeth, permanently silencing her forever as he drank her life blood and let it flow onto the grass of the forest. As Sireon looked up at him with hungry golden eyes, Jerlea simply closed his almond colored eye, giving up completely as Sireon pounced on him with bone-breaking force and shattered his spine to paralyze him. Sireon helped Jerlea find his voice, ripping the flesh from his muscle slowly, causing the boy to scream in agony as he was eaten alive. These screams were sure to reach the nearby village, the death screams of children would care far on a calm night like this, but they were already dead now that Sireon was free of his prison, his scaly spined tail curled about his feet as he ate.
"I still hunger," Sireon's baritone voice grated, sniffing the air for a brief moment, "There are other elves nearby, a grand feast of them. This world will pay dearly..." Moving from the boy, Sireon began to run across the grass toward the village only a few miles away, disappearing from the Abyss and the mutilated corpses of the children.
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