chapter two

It didn’t take him long to reach home if it could be called a home. The building that was before him was a several-story tall building, with the mark of the massive eye carved into the stone. with a massive walled courtyard in the back. As he made his way to his room, he passed by the many rooms & corridors that filled this building—the ever-present sound of faint whispers, and the pit and patter of Chisels on stone tablets echoed in his mind. Whenever Tharos would direct his attention to where the sounds were coming from all he found was nothing but empty hallways and rooms. the only thing breaking the silence was his footsteps or his soft breathing.

Tharos didn’t fully understand why this building was his home. But it was the only place in the city that felt most comfortable to him, as he climbed the stairs to reach his room. It was a large room, filled with ornate Furniture made from wood. Stone shelves full of books, scrolls and tablets. A massive bed, and in the corner, sitting in a well-worn chair was a figure. It was a Skellington, wearing faded purple robes laced with what once would have been considered finery, holding a small glass vial in its hand. As Tharos took off his armour & weapons and changed into his nighty robes, he turned his head towards the Skellington sitting in the chair. “How long had that been there for?” he stared at his morbid display with a look of puzzlement on his face. “why have I just noticed this now of all times?” ” Maybe I should bury it.” He thought to himself. then again that is the job of grave diggers & priests if he were to do something out of his station, it would do more harm than good. However, it wasn’t if such a thing had stopped him before. However, Tharos decided he would leave it for now.

As Tharos sat down at his desk, what lay before him was a full map of the city. On the map itself were markings, writings of locations & movements. In his mind, he thought to himself “There was a pattern to these treasure hunters, they always came in from the south gate.” they always camped near the temple and the sorcerer tower.” They may be using these locations as places of interest & landmarks, maybe I can use this to my advantage?” “Make it easier to ambush them, yes” he thought to himself this plan should do well until he could come up with a more permanent solution. as he was working away, devising his next plan of attack. Tharos noticed next to him was a young woman sitting relaxed on his desk as he looked at Her. She was a young woman dressed in a purple robe laced with finery, watching Tharos as she dangled her legs over the desk while giving him a warm smile. As Tharos reached out to touch her, the young woman in the blink of an eye was gone. Tharos then noticed the light of the morning sun greeting him as it was now morning. Tharos got dressed, in his usual attire, and planned to head out to the palace. as he was about to leave the room, he turned his head and looked back towards Skellington sitting in corner for just a monument, and then turned back towards the door and walked out.

Tharos The eternal: Volume 1 The fallen City.

Tharos The eternal: Volume 1 The fallen City.

Status: Ongoing Type: Author:
   

Comment

  1. Stefankeys says:

    Any meaning behind the use of Skellington for Skeleton? Interesting choice. Not a big issue but some sentences lack capitalisation at the start. Do you avoid using a word-processor because the auto-correct/suggestions get in the way of writing?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Options

not work with dark mode
Reset