12-02-2007, 01:31 PM
The Arrival
The city gates were at sight, his pace slowed down as he took a deep breath, taking the next step after a long drought sigh. His beady eyes peered around as he strode around, everything seemed somehow changed yet the same.
His confident stride brought him to the entrance of the great temple of the Goddess, his gaze slowly rolled downwards facing the pavers, and with him both hands he pushed the massive doors, with a loud crack they opened wide and his face was bathed with the temple scent of burning incense among other known scents making her lips twist into a crooked grin as he set his feet inside.
His marble gaze followed the pattern in the pavement until sensibly middle of the temple hall and she stopped his slow stride inhaling the inebriating air as his grin widened.
Suddenly the doors shut with a mute thunderclap and he felt impelled forwards by the dislocation of air, falling to his knees as his braids slowly met the marble reflecting pavers, he could for the first time see his own reflection, the grin quickly vanished and his expression closed into a malicious and wicked stare, penetrating his own reflected gaze. Tilting his head as his pupils dilated further and further absorbing what was left of him, and what was of the puppet now. Quite amazed her eyes widened briefly and he nodded once silently, acknowledging the differences, the beads closed as his palms met the cold surface, head bowed deeply and finally his forehead touched the sacred ground and there it remained.
Hissing in front of his, a unique and magnificent spider, not like the others he had brought, no, this one was bigger than the two together and alone scarier and its own presence was frightening instilling terror at the eyes of the infidels irradiating a beauty that only the loyal servants of the Spider Queen could behold. The guardian didnââ¬â¢t move, but its vicious and barbed fangs waving slowly cutting the air like thin and sharp razorblades slicing every thought of moving further into pieces. Patient but relentless, the spider stood between Djizaz and the altar, only the worthy could reach it, and only those would dare to.
The hissing stopped, and silence became heavy and threatening, stillness was aerie, but he knew the place very well and his senses wouldnââ¬â¢t deceive his, not even after all that time. Despite all the time past its interior remained untouched, striking her with a nostalgic feeling that was promptly wiped away by far more important issues, his presence inside, finally, he knew consciously that all he held in hand had been blown away with a blink of an eye and something had to be done, a malicious smile ran across the ebony face and slowly his head rose.
The city gates were at sight, his pace slowed down as he took a deep breath, taking the next step after a long drought sigh. His beady eyes peered around as he strode around, everything seemed somehow changed yet the same.
His confident stride brought him to the entrance of the great temple of the Goddess, his gaze slowly rolled downwards facing the pavers, and with him both hands he pushed the massive doors, with a loud crack they opened wide and his face was bathed with the temple scent of burning incense among other known scents making her lips twist into a crooked grin as he set his feet inside.
His marble gaze followed the pattern in the pavement until sensibly middle of the temple hall and she stopped his slow stride inhaling the inebriating air as his grin widened.
Suddenly the doors shut with a mute thunderclap and he felt impelled forwards by the dislocation of air, falling to his knees as his braids slowly met the marble reflecting pavers, he could for the first time see his own reflection, the grin quickly vanished and his expression closed into a malicious and wicked stare, penetrating his own reflected gaze. Tilting his head as his pupils dilated further and further absorbing what was left of him, and what was of the puppet now. Quite amazed her eyes widened briefly and he nodded once silently, acknowledging the differences, the beads closed as his palms met the cold surface, head bowed deeply and finally his forehead touched the sacred ground and there it remained.
Hissing in front of his, a unique and magnificent spider, not like the others he had brought, no, this one was bigger than the two together and alone scarier and its own presence was frightening instilling terror at the eyes of the infidels irradiating a beauty that only the loyal servants of the Spider Queen could behold. The guardian didnââ¬â¢t move, but its vicious and barbed fangs waving slowly cutting the air like thin and sharp razorblades slicing every thought of moving further into pieces. Patient but relentless, the spider stood between Djizaz and the altar, only the worthy could reach it, and only those would dare to.
The hissing stopped, and silence became heavy and threatening, stillness was aerie, but he knew the place very well and his senses wouldnââ¬â¢t deceive his, not even after all that time. Despite all the time past its interior remained untouched, striking her with a nostalgic feeling that was promptly wiped away by far more important issues, his presence inside, finally, he knew consciously that all he held in hand had been blown away with a blink of an eye and something had to be done, a malicious smile ran across the ebony face and slowly his head rose.