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| Epic Short Story by The Dominion of Epic Mini Stories | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 5 2013, 09:59 AM (83 Views) | |
| Haile Selassie V | Jan 5 2013, 09:59 AM Post #1 |
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It was a cold and dark day outside. The sky was a horrific shade of grey, and lightning ripped across the sky. The loud, thunderous booms were even shaking Itage's Stoner Warrior Clown guards, but Itage was unshaken. Itage Urma, Her Holiness the Matriarch of the Shuddering Woods, was en route via a Caravan to the ancient library said to house The Dominion of Epic Mini Stories. Her bioregionalist cooperative was seeking the wisdom of the holy dominion to provide guidance and wisdom for it's people. The sky got darker as they rolled up the cobblestone path to the front of the library. The guards were more worried about movement they saw in the dead trees, was if something was approaching. But not Itage. She cast her gaze upon the site before her- The Dominion's Library. Tall, brown pillars of marble cast themselves up from the mud to support the staggering overhang atop the once-brilliant stonework staircase. Once, this staircase was weaved with gold and socketed with various gems, but those treasures had long since been plundered by looters. Great and towering windows filled the east and west walls, which circled north to form the library's domed shape. The dome was made of gloriously detailed glass pained windows, long since broken and replaced with cast iron plating by the library's mysterious protectorates. As Itage marveled at the glorious library, she failed to notice the start of the raid. She was taken aback as she soon realized the life or death struggle taking place between her guards and the protectorates. She watched in horror, as, one by one, her Clowns were felled by the menacing protectorates. Slimy ghouls of shadow clad in once shining plate mail, these shadows easily and quickly felled the guards with no self casualties. Itage did the only thing she could and bolted into the library, shamefully leaving behind the Royal Stoner Warrior Clown Guard. She flung open the door of the library and bolted inside. The library was filled a calming orange glow from the few lit torches within, creating an ambient effect inside the huge globe. The unkempt library was a mess of tomes, with missing pages from various histories scattered across the crimson carpeting. Small creatures scampered across the dark floor, past the towering oak wood staircase, with ornately carved rotting detail. Itage flung herself into the library, quickly hiding under the nearest desk. She could smell the dark rot of the wood as she sank onto the musty carpet, breathlessly awaiting her pursuers. After several minutes, no one else entered the library. Itage finally felt it was safe to leave her disgusting hideout, and emerged covered it soot and a few pages of krinkled paper. She brushed herself off, and, after a moments contemplation, began to delve deeper into the library. She silently wove her way through the maze of bookcases, occasionally seeing a Protectorate roaming the ancient floors. Oddly, they seemed to act as if she were not even there. She continued to push through the ever dank and depressing place, until finally arriving at the Dominion's Chamber. Seemingly untouched by the rot and destruction the rest of the library had undergone, elegant and bright red carpet trimmed with gold led up to a grand podium. The bright white marble floor paired well with the impeccable stone walls, finished with awesome paned glass windows depicting the scene on the podium. 12 leather bound books, seemingly identical, suspended in a globe around a sheeny golden orb floating between them. It seemed to radiate the bright and glowing prescence through the room, almost as if it were alive. Itage slowly began to walk towards the podium. Eventually, she was stopped by an invisible presence. "Stop, mortal." An echoing voice boomed down the halls. "I have not been blessed with the presence of your kind in several hundred years. What is it you seek of the Dominion, mortal? Fame? Fortune? Power?" Itage was speechless. She did not expect an entity here, but a collection of tomes possessing knowledge. She quickly though of what to say. "I- I seek wisdom from the Dominion. To g- to guide my region. Our people seek the great knowledge that only you possess." In the same echoing voice, a slow response began to form. "Mortal, you are mistaken. I possess no great knowledge. I possess not any wisdom that you have sought from me. I am merely the Guardian of the Dominion." Itage was confused. Had she come all this way for nothing? She could see nothing else, no other way to go. This had to be it. "So what exactly is the Dominion, then?" For one final time, the reply from the Guardian echoed through the halls. "My child, the Dominion is everything. Everything and everyone that has ever been, is, or will be. I merely safeguard it's secrets from those who could not and will never wield the potential to possess them. And, with that my child, I must return you to your own Dominion. I wish best of luck to The Free Land of The Itating Stoner Bear, and your region, Rastanarnia, but I cannot aide you, and I never will be able to. Goodbye, my child." The voice echoed through Itage's mind, booming louder and louder until her senses were blurred. Soon, the sound overwhelmed her, and she blacked out in a blur of gold and black. She dreamed of her life up until that moment: All of the people she'd met, all of the places she'd been, all of the things she'd seen and touched.... before she awoke with a start in her chambers at Rastanaria castle. Her lead guard, who she had seen die at the library, rushed to her aide. "Is everything okay, m'lady?" He said to her, as she woke in a dazed confusion. She slowly came too, and remembered all that had happened. Itage began to form a reply in her head. "Yes, guard. I'm- I'm ok. But... I have a request. Please, see my head advisor and tell him that the expedition to The Dominion's Library is cancelled." She murmured. The guard was stunned."But- but, m'lday-" "Do as you are told, and leave me, guard." She scolded. "I need to get some much needed rest." |
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