Category: Writers Block
As he walked through the door, he smelled the corruption from here. A smell he was well aware of: even from an early age. The smell of corruption... of burning flesh.
He knew of a man here, a man of old age. This man, who was part of this evil, of that he was sure.
He saw him. A man who seemed as honest as god himself, but he knew better, he was sure.
The man saw him. "What's your business here sir,"he said. "I come for a man by the name of Orthmus," I said in a neutral tone. The man made no show of surprise, but I could smell it. Good.
"He is not here," he said in a much less friendly voice. They both knew differently. "very well. When will he be back?"
This time, He smelled fear. much fear. As if the man didn't know. But that didn't make sense! Where else could he be?
"I don't know, he has been gone for three weeks or so."
I pointed my wand at him. "are you sure," i said.
'yes sir,' he said in the most submissive and fearfull voice I had ever heard for a high priest.
So where is orthmus?
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In the next room lay a man as dead as a doornail, or so the coroner thought. But there was still life, though albeit, not much.
He was hanging precariously to life, trying to fight, though he thought it was useless. Not knew, but thought.
All he knew was the incredible secrecy around this building. It was like a mask, of a cloud of shadow, yet brighter than hell's fires.
The man hoped Criminus would find him.
But no. They were hiding him, and he felt sure it was because of orthmus.
They thought he knew where he was. He felt criminus's presence a few minutes ago, and He tried to connect, but there were barriers.
Large ones from what he could feel. Massive walls of thick bulletproof plexiglass, with shield mines.
LARGE ONES. MASIVE SHIELD-MINES.
He SENSED A SPACE SHIP, A FEW METERS AWAY, A few walls distance.
He thought it was criminus's.
He damn near wanted to shout. But, no, the guards would have silensed him, probably by throat-slitting.
Though he had been here for only 12 hours or so, he saw it happen to two people, and it was careless work, the work of barbarians in lust of blood.
It shamed him.
It was dispicable, this man, Ungardia, a high priest, no less, would stoop that low. Ah well. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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'damit simmons, hold on to the damn thing.'
'yes sir,' the boy said, as he held on to the saddle as largon was looking for something.
'there we go. The same place I saw it last.'The man brought out a piece of paper, with an unfamiliar script, wich a knowledgeable man would say was wizarding.
'let's go back to my lodging, shall we?'
The boy followed the man down the dirt road.
As they stepped into the building, the cool air hit them.
They walked down a long coridor, to an office with high-tech equipment.
It's amazing, thought largon. They know how to make computers, space ships, air conditioners, but no communications device. No fast travel on the ground, no satellites? So fucked up.
The pair walked in to the lab as largon shut the door.
'so, I bet you're wondering what the skript is, yes?'
The boy nodded.
'it is wizzarding script, one of the oldest in the world, as far as we know.
'as far as we know? what does that mean?
'Well, They say this place used to be called earth, or that we used to live on earth, and their script was much older.
'you see, after the cataclysm, there was scarcity, and we lived in caves again, so they say. It's all legends boy, very, very old legends.
He thought of all the satellites in the wizzarding part of earth, and wondered why there weren't any here?
The boy liked the doctor, and loved him. Sometimes he wondered if he was really his father, but no.
Justin's father died in some kind of avalanche.
'Anyway, they say, they had a great culture, except it was filled with corruption and greed, lust, that sort of thing. So god punnished them. These are old legends, going back to the mythical atlantis and the so-called stargate.'
Justin thought for a while.
'my mum used to tell me a story of the great flood.'
'Yes, according to a so-called historical book called the bible, but that had the word holy, wich means religious, so that can't be complete-' 'My mum say it is true, to the last page.' 'Yes, menny do.
I sorta fucked it up, but the general specifics are there.
I wrote it three months ago, well, some of it, but most of it was done yesterday and today, barely working on it for an hour each time.
I hope you like it,
david.