A Collection of Stories

Clockworks

I had to write a story about a picture of my choice. i chose the one above.

Rielle stared out the window, at the bustling streets of Mirstone below. Its bright lights and appealing scents would've once excited her, but not anymore. Ever since Sonora had died, her life had changed, and it was never going back.

Rielle rushed through the streets, pushing past the crowds gathered around the main city square, where Colonel Brarael and the rest of The Forsaken stood, eyes glinting with pleasure as, yet another innocent citizen was brutally murdered, heads shoved on pikes, looming over the streets, impossible to miss. Somewhere up there, Sonora's head stood. Rielle continued, keeping her head low as she went.

Quietly, Rielle crept into a narrow, dark, alleyway, silently walking to the end, where above a door, a small, battered, sign hung. 'Langoff's house of curiosity,' it read. She pushed open the door, and walked in.

Passing all sorts of oddities as she went, Rielle reached the counter, where a frail, old man stood. "Greetings, Rielle," he said, eyes crinkling with pleasure. "Anything today?"

 "Nothing today, sir," Rielle said quietly. 

 Mr. Langoff smiled. Hobbling, he passed through another door. Rielle followed. The door lead to a courtyard, filled with more objects. Mr. Langoff pushed through the junk, resting at a strange object. It was large, almost as big as Rielle. She crouched, taking a closer look at it. It was a leopard head, regal and superior, but this was no ordinary head. Through tufts of golden-yellow fur, she could see rusted cogs and levers, screws and bolts. With a heavy sigh, Mr. Langoff lifted the head into the air, limping towards a small workshop. Rielle was surprised he could even lift it. She followed, curious to what would happen next.

Mr. Langoff set the head down on the table,muttering to himself as he went. From a jar high upon a shelf, he grabbed a small jar of a thick, black liquid. He poured it over the leopard, quietly singing under his breath, in a language Rielle didn't recognize. He passed the head to Rielle. It was light, and Rielle held it easily.

 "For you," Mr. Langoff croaked, voice suddenly hoarse.

 Rielle didn't know what to say. "Thanks, Mr. Lan-." She shrieked. 

 The leopard had opened its eyes, which were a mystical, silvery-green colour. It blinked, looking reproachfully at Rielle.

 "Rielle,"it said, its voice rich and powerful. Rielle was speechless. "W-w-what are you?" She stammered. 

 "A friend," it replied. "Here to help you."

 Mr. Langoff cleared his throat, pointing to something in the corner. It was the body of the leopard. His fingers flickering deftly, Mr. Langoff attached the head and body together, finally together as one. The leopard stretched, legs rippling with muscles.

"Sonora," it said. "I'm Sonora." Rielle was confused. Was it a coincidence that her dead sister and her new 'friend' shared the same name? She thought not.

 Sonora watched her, and somewhere inside of the majestic creature, Rielle saw the spirit of her sister, glimmering like a fallen star. After all these years, she had remained, a guardian angel, in anew body.             

Hey people! I'm sick so i might not be on here for a couple of days. Hope ya'll had a lovely day!

-Olive out