Fallen Footsteps

Fallen Footsteps

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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, May 8, 2015<5 mins
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Fallen Footsteps... As his head hits the ever violent pillow, he hears the ghostly marching of memories crashing through his head, disturbing the way he thinks. Every night the same. He has had several hours sleep in a torturous week, or had it been two. He can taste the sand and dirt of the past as he tosses and turns restlessly. Hearing the deathly silent shouts and cries of the fallen. He can feel the cool sweat from his brow feeling remarkably like the thicker red substance that had escaped a friend after a fiery metal embrace. He can smell the non existent aroma of sulphur in every room, unable to escape the days of lies. The fallen footsteps of many thundering through the halls of his possessed, trapped mind. As his head hits the ever violent pillow, he hears the ghostly marching of memories crashing through his head, disturbing the way he thinks... ... Every night the same
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It's dark... Everything is so dark... But like it or not I've gotten used to how dark this place can get, it's not like there are windows in the castle dungeon. Eventually my ears pick up some moaning noises from what I can only assume are other prisoners... His prisoners. Looking around I come across the same landscape as always, a black stone cell with these obsidian bars that prevent me from escaping from here... And as a bonus I still have these demonite shackles holding me to the cell wall. But like I said, I got used to it... There's just one thing in this cell that irritates me deeply, sometimes more than him. There is a leak inside my cell, a leak that seems to only come to torment me when there is no more light outside... Or at least it seems that I only notice its existence when the stillness of the night dominates this place. I don't know if it's the lack of content in my mind... Maybe the boredom of this place is finally driving me insane. But I swear, with every drop that falls against this cold floor, it feels like a huge weight falling inside my head, I can't stand listening to that drip anymore, my head won't stop hurting because of it. But I heard something else that made me forget about the dripping for a few seconds, it was the noise of footsteps, footsteps that echoed throughout the dungeon, and I knew exactly who those footsteps belonged to. A few more harrowing seconds pass before his figure forms in the shadows, he approaches my cell and just... Stops. He stopped completely in front of my cell, with his hands behind his back, saying absolutely nothing and just staring at me. This... This irritates me so much. - What do you want? - I growl the question out looking down again, I don't want to have to look at the cocky smile of this... Monster. - A new job has appeared for you... - His voice echoes as his footsteps did before throughout the dungeon.

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