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metamorphosis2012-02-02 04:30 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-02-02 04:30 am
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Title: unwittingly
Rating: G
39/365. an ancient book with an ancient magic summons an unimaginable evil. same old story.
the book weighs a million pounds in his hands; it's not large (probably about as thick as his thumb, and as long as his hand) but it's powerful, and that power is a hefty burden. he pulls it to his chest and groans at the weight of it, closing his eyes against the vibrant blue sun that rests on white clouds in the sky. it's near indiscernible in the sky – it's the same color as it – and the only way he can tell is the spot bright than all the rest that moves slowly, a snail under a bright tablecloth set across a world that deserves to be hidden, for its mistakes against others. it's an old legend that doesn't hold water for him, personally, and he keeps his attention on the surprisingly heavy book as he makes his way down market street and to his house. he saunters to the basement and sets the book on a table, drawing a chair in front of it and settling into the hard wooden seat. his fingers pull back the cover carefully and he peels the pages apart, rubbing them on the smooth, unblemished paper. words of power are invisible to the naked eye – who would want them to fall into the hands of the common folk, those with no idea of the power they wield? – and he reminds himself of this as he reaches for a bottle of eye drops.
they sting going in, as usual, and everything aside from the glowing yellow words of the book is too dark to see; he follows them with his finger, eyes wide, and murmurs notations for his chalk to catch and scribble on the large board behind him. some of the words fade into red and some into green, like an aurora borealis within the confines of his room, and he feels the world begin to shake as he continues on.
outside of his hovel, the tablecloth of sky begins to burn and the world starts to crumble, as the ancient book pulls with an ancient magic a monster unseen for thousands of years into the flow of time.
Rating: G
39/365. an ancient book with an ancient magic summons an unimaginable evil. same old story.
the book weighs a million pounds in his hands; it's not large (probably about as thick as his thumb, and as long as his hand) but it's powerful, and that power is a hefty burden. he pulls it to his chest and groans at the weight of it, closing his eyes against the vibrant blue sun that rests on white clouds in the sky. it's near indiscernible in the sky – it's the same color as it – and the only way he can tell is the spot bright than all the rest that moves slowly, a snail under a bright tablecloth set across a world that deserves to be hidden, for its mistakes against others. it's an old legend that doesn't hold water for him, personally, and he keeps his attention on the surprisingly heavy book as he makes his way down market street and to his house. he saunters to the basement and sets the book on a table, drawing a chair in front of it and settling into the hard wooden seat. his fingers pull back the cover carefully and he peels the pages apart, rubbing them on the smooth, unblemished paper. words of power are invisible to the naked eye – who would want them to fall into the hands of the common folk, those with no idea of the power they wield? – and he reminds himself of this as he reaches for a bottle of eye drops.
they sting going in, as usual, and everything aside from the glowing yellow words of the book is too dark to see; he follows them with his finger, eyes wide, and murmurs notations for his chalk to catch and scribble on the large board behind him. some of the words fade into red and some into green, like an aurora borealis within the confines of his room, and he feels the world begin to shake as he continues on.
outside of his hovel, the tablecloth of sky begins to burn and the world starts to crumble, as the ancient book pulls with an ancient magic a monster unseen for thousands of years into the flow of time.