Post by Kyern on Nov 10, 2007 15:49:28 GMT -7
Hey this was a story I wrote at school so don't be like why is it so short? I had to limit it by a lot as it was.
It was very dark out, almost as if it were the night that demons would hide among the shadows. Mist had rolled in from the sea and had covered the land in a light fog that wasn’t too thick, but created an eerie scene as the carriage passed through. The trees were all dead as it was the season of fall and their branches waved to him, as if they had conspired to attack the carriage. The familiar land marks he had seen all of his life had changed and reminded him of his fears. His fears had consumed him, but were now just crouching in the darkness waiting to strike. His fears of an animal sent down from the heaven to consume his soul and to punish him for his sins. But he could tell no one of his weakness or else he wouldn’t hold the position of Town Mayor.
The farming community of Silent Hollow was all abed. Everyone worn out from the shearing of sheep and the washing and threading of wool. Victor pushed the curtain closed as they passed over first bridge.
The town was located on the coast of Nova Scotia on the Bay of Fundy only a two days drive from Port Royal. They were located too far inland for ships to reach them but were close enough to the coast that mist still coated and hugged the land.
Victor tried to fall asleep but the bumpy road set the carriage jostling and jolting in all directions making it far impossible to get comfortable. He heard the splash and trickle of water as the carriage passed through a puddle. Another bump lifted him from his seat. A little child may have enjoyed the ride, but for an older gentleman this was really taking a toll on his back. “Accursed road I shall have you redone when I get to Silent Hollow”
He peered out the window and his fears of the dark began to creep back into his mind creating a nervous feeling in his stomach. He opened the wagon door and shouted out to the driver “When do we reach Silent Hollow?” The driver turned to him and yelled back “About twenty more minutes sir I can see the lights from the town from here.”
Victor nodded and shut the carriage door. He could see the lights from here and had to focus on them to keep his thought off of his fears. “Don’t be controlled by your fears Victor, focus on the lights.” He would only have to be a host to his fears for twenty more minutes, but he wasn’t weak enough to try and not resist. He closed his eyes as he felt sweat beginning to move down his neck.
“I sure can’t wait to sit down in a comfortable chair and rest my sore muscles”. He knew he sounded fearful and started to hum a nervous tune. His moment of peace didn’t last forever as he pushed back the curtain to look out the window and fell silent in shock. He saw the drivers head through the window looking at him from the top right hand corner of the carriage. His body began to tremble and he began to sweat as he saw blood drip down the side of the drivers head. He screamed and felt tears came out of his eyes as the head fell off. He could feel the presence of a demon around the carriage; a demon had decapitated the driver.
The wagon was moving faster and each bump sent Victor plummeting through the air and back to the floor. He couldn’t tell which way was up, left, or right. His world was a busy motion of swirling, until the carriage finally stopped moving. It had stopped so quickly that Victor was hurled at the door. He blasted right through it flying and landing twenty feet away from the wagon. His body was in pain as he felt for the first time in his life the excruciating experience of pain of a broken arm. He got up very slowly as he turned around to see the disaster. He was paralyzed with fear and shock as he was rooted to the spot. His body was trembling, and he couldn’t focus clearly, as his mind was swirling with confusion. Victor than went rigid as he heard labored breathing behind him. Labored breaths sounded behind him like a whale’s song echoing from the ocean. He had only time to turn around and scream as a giant muzzle came on top of his head and imploded his skull in seconds. The impact sent a fire throughout Victor’s flesh leaving his skeleton surrounded by the ash and the smell of a thousand rotting bodies.
The night seemed to go on forever in the town of Silent Hollow and all of the inhabitants had extra time to sleep. Well almost everyone, all the servants at Joltons Manor had woken up to get the Manor ready for the master and mistress.
Kitsura dusted off her apron and walked across the room and picked up another piece of wood. She passed a mirror and saw amber eyes looking out of a face covered with flour. Even her brown hair had flour in it. “I really have to wash my face after I finish up in the kitchen”, she muttered to herself making a mental note for later. She was leaning over the fire poking it with a stick to stir up the lazy coals when the Master came in at a hurriedly speed and passed right by her without a word. Strange thought Kitsura and she followed him to the door of his bedroom. Outside the door she heard voices arising and she leaned against the wall to hear what was being said.
She had missed the beginning of the argument as she had to creep silently to the door; she soon could make out what they were saying.
“Not poor Victor, the poor man”, she heard the Mistress whisper. Through the crack in the door Kitsura saw the woman laying her hand over her heart, almost as if to protect herself from the same fate. “I’m afraid so”, whispered Master, almost as if he thought someone was eavesdropping. “I went and looked at the wreck myself. The carriage was burned and charred, but the minister reports that there was no fire inside or outside the carriage and the horses are simply gone! Their tracks can still be seen in the mud in front of the carriage and Lord Aaron made the conclusion himself that the poor beasts never move from the spot!” Kitsura heard her Mistress gasp again; this wasn’t shocking or disturbing information to Kitsura. The silence in the room was eerie. After a moment the Master whispered in fear “But the scariest part is that poor, poor Victor’s body is peeled away, leaving his skeleton and his … ashes.” He whispered the word ashes almost as if it were a curse. Only Kitsura felt fear, an unwelcome feeling all from a spoken word.
She moved away from the door and went back to the kitchen to get fire started. She heard the door open as her Master and Mistress passed her to enter the study. Kitsura concluded what she had overheard a murder of Silent Hollow’s mayor, a burned carriage with signs of possible fire, Victors’ skeleton found with no flesh and the horses’s never moved from the spot but have simply vanished. The situation sounded bad but Kitsura was not to be enthused by it.
Mystical babble didn’t matter to her. “Murder seems to be this town’s new news” she whispered to herself. Kitsura was one of the only religious people left in this town and her main field of study was demonology. She had always believed in the power of god and the clashes of Satan and loved to learn about the spiritual presences the most people didn’t even realize even existed.
Kitsura finished up with the fire in the kitchen and went over to the library. The master of the household loved his books and visited Port Royal often to get new ones purchased, and old books bound up in new covers. He was interested in facts about the world around him and his library was her source of information of the world around her. She passed the shelves of his massive library until she finally came to the mythology section. She passed some ancient Greece atlases and another book about the Scandinavian god Odin. She was about to give up her search when she noticed a book at the top of the highest shelf on the tallest book shelf. She rolled over a ladder and climbed the steps and picked up the hidden book. She was delighted to see that the title was “A field guide to Demonology”. She slid down the ladder and sat down at the oak table and opened the intriguing book.
She was amazed at how much drawings were in the first chapter. Nothing was the same, and the words themselves had an envious and competitive trait as each page had more unique variations that made the older page look ugly.
She saw many forms of demons as she flipped through the pages. Though she was searching for a demon that could rip flesh from an organism’s body using fire. Demons couldn’t summon fire, only fear so this shortened the list of suspects. It is the first principal of the study of Demonology If you were afraid of a demon then they could control you and eventually kill you.
Kitsura passed a page and her instincts made her stop. She flipped back to it and looked at the work of art. The creature appeared to be a type of wolf, though it seemed different in a way. The wolf was on a hill that was on fire and it was howling at a lunar eclipse. It was surrounded by a hill of human skeletons. She began to read out loud and time seemed to stand still as she began the first syllable…
“Norst, an ancient demon that used to be one of the first creatures to lived in the Garden of Eden. No one knows for sure how the demon managed to be cast out, but it was doomed to be an ugly and foul. The Norst is a demon that resembles a wolf. But monks from the holy islands found one way to see a Norst.
A Norst will camouflage with its background and become invisible, or it may use illusions to appear as another object. Some recorded examples of these demons misguiding illusions are as crows, humans, rocks, and horses although it may take any shape.
To see a Norst in its true form you must have a mirror. A mirror is one object a Norst cannot hide from. The reflection is caught in the mirror and the Norst loses its illusion. If you take a mirror and lift it over your shoulder you can see a Norst for their true forms. This is the only found way to see a Norst unless they let the victim see them and this means that a Norst intends to kill its victim.
To defend yourself against a Norst you must have a sapphire around your neck. A sapphire is a organic element that absorbs spiritually power, any bearer of a sapphire is protected and shielded from the spiritual realm.
Norst’s are also in fact not pure bred demons, as they were creatures to be found in the Garden of Eden. Therefore they cannot be controlled if you do not fear it. A Norst is classified as a demon. It seems to have found a way to create the feeling of fire. Whatever organic material it touches it burns and chars, and if it bites or scratches its victim then the flesh is peeled off and burned away.
A Norst is a demon that has special rights in the spiritual realm. Every lunar eclipse the portal to hell opens and at midnight each night until the lunar eclipse one Norst is set loose to kill. But this species of demon has not been sighted for over five thousand years.” Kitsura stopped reading and put the book down.
Suddenly outside didn’t seem to be such a good place to be and she knew it was this demon that had killed Mayor Victor. Everyone in town knew that the lunar eclipse was coming in six days. Everyone would go outside to see the moon darken.
Kitsura expected that she was the only one who believed it was a Norst; and that she was the only one who believed in the spiritual realm and in God. The town of Silent Hollow had become a town where everyone was an atheist and thought absurd things that didn’t make sense to her. Like if God created man then how come there saying we evolved from monkeys. She knew she would be the only one in this battle, everyone else would say she’s crazy. She would be the only one to fight this battle. She thought back to the book and reminded herself out loud “I need a mirror and a sapphire”.
Midnight came sooner than Kitsura had expected and she walked out of town and walked along the road towards the carriage crash. She was a funny sight to anyone passing by as she walked backwards in a circle with a mirror, wearing a sapphire necklace, ring, earrings, and carrying a sapphire dagger that she had snuck from her master’s room. She looked up at the moon and saw it slowly rising. “The Norst will make its appearance soon” she thought to herself. She turned slowly looking into the mirror looking for any sign that would hint wolf.
She stopped suddenly. Her hand began to shake and her eyes bulged as she saw the form hidden behind a tree. She first saw its eyes and had to swallow down her fear; its eyes had no pupils and were just milky white. The wolf seemed to sense her looking at it as it stepped out from behind the tree and walked into the light of the road. It wasn’t that big but she knew what this sly demon had done to Victor.
”Don’t let it bite or scratch you” she thought.
“Back beast, back to the shadows of hell where you were banned”. She intended this as an insult and she couldn’t believe what happened next.
“I wont be going any where wretch”. Kitsura put down the mirror and turned around so quickly that the wolf didn’t have time to respond. They were now both facing each other.
“You can talk?” she asked the Norst knowing all too well what he would say.
“Just as much as you can” the Norst whispered in a voice that sounded very familiar. She was now sweating as she recognized the voice of Victor. “I intend to kill you demon” she whispered trying to make it sound at all like a threat and trying even harder to mask the fear in her voice.
The Norst ignored this and asked her in a different voice, with a French accent, “You knew the mirror trick, I have never seen a human so smart as too remember the mirror trick”, he seemed to be lost in thought. Then he turned to her “I wish to know your name, woman I have not encountered a creature of such wisdom and bravery in my lifetime.” Kitsura hesitated before she lied to the demon saying, “My name is Sara, and I will kill you, Demon.” The Norst laughed at her in a dark voce that sounded like echo’s through mountains. “I like you girl, you are even smart enough not to give me your name, and smart enough not to hesitate and lose focus on my position. It really is a pity that I will have to kill you. You should also get a new Demonology field guide as the one you read hasn’t updated its information in a while.” Kitsura carefully watched the Norst, and finally asked two questions to break the silence.
“How did you know that I read a book about demons, and what’s your name?” The Norst laughed again in a pigs squeal and replied, “You even have manners. My name is Truth; it is an ironic name seeming how I can tell the truth about everybody. No one can lie to me, because when a person lies too me I don’t hear their lies. But their truths like when I asked you for your name and you replied with Sara, all I heard was you saying Kitsura”.
“Tell me Truth. Why does your demonic kind come out to kill every lunar eclipse?” Kitsura asked while trying to distract the Norst but it was very hard to find a way to get it going on in a monologue and even harder for her to move when it did start into a monologue.
“Curious little darling aren’t you. We come out every lunar eclipse because we have to eat six souls to live. Each soul we consume adds to are species life force and we can then live for another thousand years. If my species doesn’t eat and consume a soul to replace an old one then are bodies will rot away and we will die”
“Now enough talk the mystery as been solved, I am the murderer of two souls and you darling will be number three.” And as he lunged at Kitsura she quickly drew out the sapphire dagger and let it gently fall right into the chest of the beast. She heard it scream as the sapphire absorbed all of its spiritual essence away and a loud pop as all the voices of the Norst’s victims were set free, screaming like banshees all the way to heaven. And Kitsura took one last look at the lunar eclipse in its final dark state knowing that somewhere else in the world a Norst has been let loose on a killing spree.
“At least the chances of it returning to Silent Hollow are slim” she said out loud with a forced smile and as she walked home she clenched tightly to her sapphire dagger, just in case.