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Um...can you talk about anything on this place? Anyhoo...
Heya all! My name's Thom, and I've got some kinda story thing...um...it's not what you'd call brilliant but it is long and I haven't even finished typing yp chapter one yet so what you see will, quite literally, be what I think up as I go along.
Although, it does have a plot.
Anyone wana know what it's about?
Good.
It's, initally, set a thousand years ago in the Tibeten mountains in the temple of some secret sect. Their purpose is to keep this demon enslaved and stored in a vault under-ground. This demon is a djinn! I won't go into detail about the djin. If you want to know more then you'll either have to read my story or research yourselves :-P
Anyway, a young man set out a few years ago to perform the ceremony to keep the demon at bay but wasn't good enough. He comes back...but different. He comes back to the temple to see his old mentor, Cire, lying on the floor in agony. One thing leads to another and eventually the djinn shows itself.
Somehow Cire is brought to the future and, well...you'll see *evil grin*
It is a story of horror and tragedy. Romance and humour. In a word: Odd!
Heya all! My name's Thom, and I've got some kinda story thing...um...it's not what you'd call brilliant but it is long and I haven't even finished typing yp chapter one yet so what you see will, quite literally, be what I think up as I go along.
Although, it does have a plot.
Anyone wana know what it's about?
Good.
It's, initally, set a thousand years ago in the Tibeten mountains in the temple of some secret sect. Their purpose is to keep this demon enslaved and stored in a vault under-ground. This demon is a djinn! I won't go into detail about the djin. If you want to know more then you'll either have to read my story or research yourselves :-P
Anyway, a young man set out a few years ago to perform the ceremony to keep the demon at bay but wasn't good enough. He comes back...but different. He comes back to the temple to see his old mentor, Cire, lying on the floor in agony. One thing leads to another and eventually the djinn shows itself.
Somehow Cire is brought to the future and, well...you'll see *evil grin*
It is a story of horror and tragedy. Romance and humour. In a word: Odd!
CHAPTER 1: Secrets Left Untold
The old man strode briskly through the constant layer of dust littering the floor. Walking slower as he approached a nearby pillar, he let himself fall onto it’s gargantuan mass of stone and lay against it on his back, sweating and wringing his ancient hands through his now damp robes.
“Where are those..” he muttered away and trailed into silence as he espied that which he was searching for, lying on the ground. “Ah, there you are!” he said and made to walk into that direction but fell towards the ground and stayed there screaming in short bursts and crying, whimpering and muttering.
“Why must you be? Why could you not have died like…like every…normal being?”
“Because I am no mere being as you know the word…I am much more than that!”, he heard himself say but in a voice heard almost on the edge of hearing.
“I ask you, where did you come from? Who are you?
“I am you. I always have been…buried deep within your mind and soul. You allowed me to come out when you murdered your brother – “
“No! I did no such foul deed! You did it…you did! It was you controlling me…” he said in a whimper, crying deeply and watched, through tear strewn eyes, the droplets of water fall onto the stone below and create miniature craters in the dust. “Show yourself, I say! Show yourself!” he roared with not a quavering in his voice.
He fell to the floor again, clutching his head and cradling it in his hands and arms soothingly, crying softly.
The doors to the great stone carved hall burst open and bright white moonlight poured into the cavernous hall and there, standing in the light’s wake, was a lean figure dressed in the shadows of the unseen. Footsteps could be heard from this new being, footsteps pounding slowly as if to count down the imminent doom of the old crouched man.
For such a large room, the figure seemed to cover it in seconds and was soon beside the pitiful man.
The old man dared not look up into the face of this stranger. He was too scared and to full of pain to move his head.
“Cire,” croaked the stranger, bending down to pick up the man.
The one called Cire looked up reluctantly and, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the incoming light asked, “Who is it that utters my name?” Gulping down his fear he said, “Let go of me.”
The figure obliged and released Cire from its grasp. He fell to the floor.
“Pick me up,” he said hoarsely, struggling to help himself up.
The stranger was obviously confused by this utterance, “But you just told me to –“
“I know what I told you,” snapped Cire, “just help me up.”
The stranger did as he was told and hoisted Cire up with one hand.
Crouching and eyeing the stranger, Cire looked the fellow up and down.
“So who are you?” he enquired with an air of curious fear in his voice.
The stranger looked vaguely surprised to hear that this old man did not know his name. He made a noise in the back of his throat as though to speak out in mild anger but thought better of it, on reflection of where he was.
“Eh, what’s that? Speak up there. I can’t hear you answer me,” he saw the younger man look around the hall and realisation dawned on his face, “You’re not Firma, are you?”
The old man strode briskly through the constant layer of dust littering the floor. Walking slower as he approached a nearby pillar, he let himself fall onto it’s gargantuan mass of stone and lay against it on his back, sweating and wringing his ancient hands through his now damp robes.
“Where are those..” he muttered away and trailed into silence as he espied that which he was searching for, lying on the ground. “Ah, there you are!” he said and made to walk into that direction but fell towards the ground and stayed there screaming in short bursts and crying, whimpering and muttering.
“Why must you be? Why could you not have died like…like every…normal being?”
“Because I am no mere being as you know the word…I am much more than that!”, he heard himself say but in a voice heard almost on the edge of hearing.
“I ask you, where did you come from? Who are you?
“I am you. I always have been…buried deep within your mind and soul. You allowed me to come out when you murdered your brother – “
“No! I did no such foul deed! You did it…you did! It was you controlling me…” he said in a whimper, crying deeply and watched, through tear strewn eyes, the droplets of water fall onto the stone below and create miniature craters in the dust. “Show yourself, I say! Show yourself!” he roared with not a quavering in his voice.
He fell to the floor again, clutching his head and cradling it in his hands and arms soothingly, crying softly.
The doors to the great stone carved hall burst open and bright white moonlight poured into the cavernous hall and there, standing in the light’s wake, was a lean figure dressed in the shadows of the unseen. Footsteps could be heard from this new being, footsteps pounding slowly as if to count down the imminent doom of the old crouched man.
For such a large room, the figure seemed to cover it in seconds and was soon beside the pitiful man.
The old man dared not look up into the face of this stranger. He was too scared and to full of pain to move his head.
“Cire,” croaked the stranger, bending down to pick up the man.
The one called Cire looked up reluctantly and, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the incoming light asked, “Who is it that utters my name?” Gulping down his fear he said, “Let go of me.”
The figure obliged and released Cire from its grasp. He fell to the floor.
“Pick me up,” he said hoarsely, struggling to help himself up.
The stranger was obviously confused by this utterance, “But you just told me to –“
“I know what I told you,” snapped Cire, “just help me up.”
The stranger did as he was told and hoisted Cire up with one hand.
Crouching and eyeing the stranger, Cire looked the fellow up and down.
“So who are you?” he enquired with an air of curious fear in his voice.
The stranger looked vaguely surprised to hear that this old man did not know his name. He made a noise in the back of his throat as though to speak out in mild anger but thought better of it, on reflection of where he was.
“Eh, what’s that? Speak up there. I can’t hear you answer me,” he saw the younger man look around the hall and realisation dawned on his face, “You’re not Firma, are you?”
There is a story forum, though it's not as busy as these ones. If it's a film script style then I can't see a problem with putting it here. Probably better in Chat if you want more response though. And Welcome, have a nice stay at Isle Delfino SR.
Um...can you talk about anything on this place? Anyhoo...
Heya all! My name's Thom, and I've got some kinda story thing...um...it's not what you'd call brilliant but it is long and I haven't even finished typing yp chapter one yet so what you see will, quite literally, be what I think up as I go along.
Although, it does have a plot.
Anyone wana know what it's about?
Good.
It's, initally, set a thousand years ago in the Tibeten mountains in the temple of some secret sect. Their purpose is to keep this demon enslaved and stored in a vault under-ground. This demon is a djinn! I won't go into detail about the djin. If you want to know more then you'll either have to read my story or research yourselves :-P
Anyway, a young man set out a few years ago to perform the ceremony to keep the demon at bay but wasn't good enough. He comes back...but different. He comes back to the temple to see his old mentor, Cire, lying on the floor in agony. One thing leads to another and eventually the djinn shows itself.
Somehow Cire is brought to the future and, well...you'll see *evil grin*
It is a story of horror and tragedy. Romance and humour. In a word: Odd!
Heya all! My name's Thom, and I've got some kinda story thing...um...it's not what you'd call brilliant but it is long and I haven't even finished typing yp chapter one yet so what you see will, quite literally, be what I think up as I go along.
Although, it does have a plot.
Anyone wana know what it's about?
Good.
It's, initally, set a thousand years ago in the Tibeten mountains in the temple of some secret sect. Their purpose is to keep this demon enslaved and stored in a vault under-ground. This demon is a djinn! I won't go into detail about the djin. If you want to know more then you'll either have to read my story or research yourselves :-P
Anyway, a young man set out a few years ago to perform the ceremony to keep the demon at bay but wasn't good enough. He comes back...but different. He comes back to the temple to see his old mentor, Cire, lying on the floor in agony. One thing leads to another and eventually the djinn shows itself.
Somehow Cire is brought to the future and, well...you'll see *evil grin*
It is a story of horror and tragedy. Romance and humour. In a word: Odd!