Other Fan Fiction ❯ Jade cocoon: shadowed past in the rains ❯ in the night ( Chapter 3 )

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Nightfall… …













time: ???

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fires burned low in their brackets, for the deep part of the night was about to begin, and attendants











being human, rather would enjoy the night somewhat indoors rather than see to the dying torch










flames..or anything else much outside for that matter.
























using the darkness as cover.. he..crept. avoiding house pets sleeping or talking a leisurley stroll








outside wasnt that hard either,though one had to of course always watch their feet and surroundings.







no..as this was passed, sometimes ontop of roofs,what one using stealyh had to avoid was.. them. the






dark ones assigned to watch out for any interlopers, or stop them and question their motives. while he







may have even known a few personally off their schedule, and was quite sure he spotted at least one








with their empty eye sockets containing the abyss, twitching in the shadows.. they were part of the











reason someone was sneaking through his own village.























the temple of ancients-it never looks as one thought it to be upon hearing the name, certainly nothing








over grand or even resembling pyramids or mayan archetechture, perhaps having a slight pyramid








shape to it, but differenter. containing some small but lavish offerings placed somewhere near the









top.. the temple of the ancients was not anything overdone either. if you stepped on a part of the










floor, or touched sensitive designed that way perhaps, boulders wouldnt smash you and walls would








not protrude spikes and impale you, nor the open beneath your feet to your doom.









perhaps some measures to ward off intruders WERE in the burial chambers and such-but the large











structure was simpler than youd suppose, more like the chiefs estates. sleepy guards lay with their









weapons placed in their claws, slumped against the masonry on either side of the entrance to the








temple..peacfully sleeping. a bottle of spririts could be seen right next to each.hell, one could be heard










snoring loudly. all the better for the figure who swung into the temple from an opposite entrance,









landing as softly as he could..keeping to the few shadows available...












for the brackets in this place ran on oil as opposed to wood and some cloth wrapped rightly about the








torch sticks..and so burning more brightly here than other places needing firelight.









no sound could be heard much save for the far off cry of some divine beast..and the ever crackling







sound of torches, unaware of the intrusion of a boy in black who made his way deeper within the









temple of the ancients. ogrul let out a quiet sigh og relief, during and after his short journey in the








temople to the archives..the start of them anyway.



























why...why orgul had decided to sneak into here as he had many times since his first, orgul didnt really








know. it had begun with a very fast tour initially as a curtesy from the chief himself who could decide






and had on a whim to show magonne villagers the unique wonders placed here for preservation











mostly, and although they werent allowed to get very far into the archieves area or for very










long..orgul never could see enough of this place to satisfy him-now he was well past the distance his







family and a few others had been allowed to see, his breath being taken away like every time before this.








to his left, histories the lore masters and elders has written for untold years spanning perhaps back









almost to when elhrim had warned the spirit not to tread with the beast of knowledge. on orguls right,








weapons of frightening power used by long deceased-or in some other form by now..- masters of the








darkness, sparkled with deadly magnificence in orguls eye glasses. on the cave-like stone walls











around, and above, paintings and depictions of coccoon masters along with the chosen ones of the












dark posing in fighting stances alongside their divine beasts,some stranger than orgul assumed he









would ever see and had few words to describe, made the young teen turn his head this way and that,









orgul never being quite sure these were the same each time he left and came back to this place-and he approached the best part at last.
























..for unlike the previous stone chizlings and painting,even if they were epic as anything weve ever had










access to like the ramayana or the bible stories,these...far more curioser and unique depictions simply








put, were ten times what lay behind orgul. these were placed so they looked directly at you..one with











red bushy hair like flames, an oblong face. one very large and having oddly contrasting yellow wild











hair with itself since it was a sickly forest-green.. one with blue fur looking so bushy as though it went











down its back who just like the green-man depiction, its face was rather long, though not as much, an










finally,what might have been just a replica image of the blue haired creature, with darker blue hair, nearly black.



















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as wonderful as they were..these..whatever they were, were terrible to behold,resembling something












much worse than those assigned to the night watch, so that orgul had to stop looking at them directly











after a while. he could swear from out of their empty yawning eye sockets once his backed was













turned, that they watched him.orgul quickened himself forward. until at last...










he came to stop before his objective in risking his life in this place like this. there was no going











forward any further. wall curved in front of him, and below that strange dipped surface of stone blocks












resting on a daias was,to orgul, the prizes of all prizes in the temple, nearly placing his hands lovingly














on the ancient manuscripts-and drawing his fingers back like hed been burnt severely when he








remembered like always did for what hed learned in bits about this sensitive place; for the first few of









many times orgul had wandered about the halls of this temple, hed poked about. reading something
















here..absorbing another books worth of info there. and might not be around at thsi moment if he















hadnt bothered to. for what orgul learned was that behind the strangely-shaped rounded out wall near

















the end, was someone of great learning, and powerful knowledge, and utmost learning in the arts of













blackness was buried there, even now. and those who didnt pay proper tribute every time before












touching his property,as orgul did now, were rapidly consumed by the ever sleeping lord.









the scent of the carefully selected herbs he laid before the elegantly carved ancient daias burned and










tickled his nose, and orgul rose off his knees to a standing postition as the herbs withered











instantly,turned old, then became dust..blowing away in a wind that wasnt there. the torches blew












back threateningly around orgul, nearly going out, acommpanied by an old, dusty long sigh that


















seemed to be everywhere around orgul and nowhere, the unflinching teenager bravely stood stock still



















throughout it all, unseeable things brushing about him in the dark..almost..grateful, orgul felt from


















whatever was there, and a sound- perhaps thousands -like the deepest, thirstiest breath made of ages

















of dust and cold cool dry black places blew throughout the air;




























''-haaaaaaahhhh.... ‘’























and it was over suddenly, the way it always did. he felt as if he had been sleeping for some reason,













blinking his eyes in the brightly burning torchlight and moved on to his objective this night: pulling













various inks and pens and papers out,sorting them from the ones already scrolled in inks orgul carried













with him, and placing these on the dusty stone beneath the daias, with itching fingers he reached













forward to unravel the huge tome on the daias. his eyes flicked over each page of its writing written in
















what might have been blood,quickly deducing what he had, and had not read yet-
























stopping when he finally got there