Post by redwolf on Jun 21, 2022 1:51:37 GMT
When the creatures began to swarm over them, Svari initially froze. The creatures' movements seemed to stop and start with his gaze, growing closer whenever he took his eyes off of them. Their strange forms and pattern of movement reminded him of an old tale his father had once told him, about creatures who hid in the shadows cast by the pointy pillars of ice and rock that stuck out of cave ceilings and floors. His father said they only moved when your back was turned, so you never saw them until it was too late. And of course, they only ate bad children, so the best way to avoid them was to do your chores and go to bed on time.
Svari knew now that that story had just been his father's way of getting him to behave, but looking at these creatures he felt childhood terror flood back into his brain for the first time in years. Could his father have been right?? Or perhaps the story he told was one that had been passed down for generations, and had just become distorted in the telling, even though it actually held some grain of truth. He felt his feet rooted to the floor as three of the shadowy monsters overcame Kort and sent him sprawling to the floor.
But Svari's resolve returned to him. In the confusion, he found himself charging forward and swinging his axe in a wide arc. "GRAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he let out a gutteral yell as he attempted to break through the creatures' front lines. To his surprise, the trick actually seemed to work, and a few of the figures lurched back from him and let him pass. However, one of them managed to snag his arm as he ran through them.
An icy chill ran up the length of Svari's arm and entered his mind. He felt himself shivering hard, a cold he could barely fathom filling his entire body and making his bones feel brittle, his skin like tearing paper. He let out another yell, but this one was not filled with anger and vengeance. This one was a cry of fear and pain. In the next instant, he understood what he was feeling. This creature that touched him was no monster, it was a little girl whose spirit never passed on. She died down here, cold and alone, with fluid filling her lungs painfully. Svari's eyes began to well up with tears. He felt the crushing pain and loneliness that she had felt, the hunger gnawing at her insides like a parasite.
Overwhelmed, he fell backwards and scrabbled away from her in a desperate struggle to escape her horrible memories. "What is this?! Kort! Kaval! Don't let them touch you!" he yelled out in warning. The only thing he could think to do was keep moving for the blue light. He could no longer make out his friends in the darkness. Shadowy figures clouded his view. "Run for the light!"
Svari knew now that that story had just been his father's way of getting him to behave, but looking at these creatures he felt childhood terror flood back into his brain for the first time in years. Could his father have been right?? Or perhaps the story he told was one that had been passed down for generations, and had just become distorted in the telling, even though it actually held some grain of truth. He felt his feet rooted to the floor as three of the shadowy monsters overcame Kort and sent him sprawling to the floor.
But Svari's resolve returned to him. In the confusion, he found himself charging forward and swinging his axe in a wide arc. "GRAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he let out a gutteral yell as he attempted to break through the creatures' front lines. To his surprise, the trick actually seemed to work, and a few of the figures lurched back from him and let him pass. However, one of them managed to snag his arm as he ran through them.
An icy chill ran up the length of Svari's arm and entered his mind. He felt himself shivering hard, a cold he could barely fathom filling his entire body and making his bones feel brittle, his skin like tearing paper. He let out another yell, but this one was not filled with anger and vengeance. This one was a cry of fear and pain. In the next instant, he understood what he was feeling. This creature that touched him was no monster, it was a little girl whose spirit never passed on. She died down here, cold and alone, with fluid filling her lungs painfully. Svari's eyes began to well up with tears. He felt the crushing pain and loneliness that she had felt, the hunger gnawing at her insides like a parasite.
Overwhelmed, he fell backwards and scrabbled away from her in a desperate struggle to escape her horrible memories. "What is this?! Kort! Kaval! Don't let them touch you!" he yelled out in warning. The only thing he could think to do was keep moving for the blue light. He could no longer make out his friends in the darkness. Shadowy figures clouded his view. "Run for the light!"