I ran up the stairs as fast as could and when Chiron stepped in my way I just pulled the shirt up over his eyes and jumped over him. I ran up the steps and ended up in a ricketty old room much like the outside of my mums caravan. A child-like voce laughed in my head ,"Hello. Don't get people like you in here often".
An anceint mummy in tie-dye clothes stood up and brushed some books and a tiny shrunked head off a small table pulled up a chair and sat down. "You can not tell anyone about this okay. Just say I was a bit weird and creepy". "sure you're the mummy".
"Cuppa", the mummy lifted a pink teacup and teapot. The teapot fell down and she lost a finger but she seemed not to notice. "No thanks".
"Well you must have my beer. I have been keeping this for someone like you", she pored an old brown bottle of liquid into a glass mug and handed to me. "To life", she saud in my head nad we clinked glass. She tipped hers back immediately and finished it in one gulp. It trickled out of her ribcage horribly. Suddenly green smoke poured from her mouth and I put down my drink worried it was just the beer.
She shrieked;
You will go searching for your one true mother
But to meet her you must meet all the others
And take a gift of calling but never parting
and many will for you this life be departing
you must unite the new gifts with those that be old
and unravel a story that should never be told,
to my succesor, for it would cause a rift in space and time
more powerful and ghastly then the gods divine
one is close than you ought to think
and one is on the very brink
To meet the one who caused your creation
you will first meet the one who lessens your anticipation
her head lolled onto her chest and she said no more
An anceint mummy in tie-dye clothes stood up and brushed some books and a tiny shrunked head off a small table pulled up a chair and sat down. "You can not tell anyone about this okay. Just say I was a bit weird and creepy". "sure you're the mummy".
"Cuppa", the mummy lifted a pink teacup and teapot. The teapot fell down and she lost a finger but she seemed not to notice. "No thanks".
"Well you must have my beer. I have been keeping this for someone like you", she pored an old brown bottle of liquid into a glass mug and handed to me. "To life", she saud in my head nad we clinked glass. She tipped hers back immediately and finished it in one gulp. It trickled out of her ribcage horribly. Suddenly green smoke poured from her mouth and I put down my drink worried it was just the beer.
She shrieked;
You will go searching for your one true mother
But to meet her you must meet all the others
And take a gift of calling but never parting
and many will for you this life be departing
you must unite the new gifts with those that be old
and unravel a story that should never be told,
to my succesor, for it would cause a rift in space and time
more powerful and ghastly then the gods divine
one is close than you ought to think
and one is on the very brink
To meet the one who caused your creation
you will first meet the one who lessens your anticipation
her head lolled onto her chest and she said no more
I got a room pretty easy. I just flashed mums emergency cedit card and the receptionist let me right in. I just lay on my fluufy hotel bed and feel asleep in my uniform. It's weird but I always fal asleep the second I hit the bed...
I was in a perfectly cubed shaped room and the were blobs of colour dissolving, twisting and expanding all the time like a wet painting if you shake it. Then one wall rippled and a woman stepped out. She had three heads and wore each of her sets of hair in a turban and a carnival mask on each face.
She whipped out a hand to the wall to my left and suddenly it went blank. Then strange letters appeared and rearranged themselves to spell;
Run
Go to the Gypsys
They are coming
They are coming
they are coming
Remember my words
The words of hecate
I was in a perfectly cubed shaped room and the were blobs of colour dissolving, twisting and expanding all the time like a wet painting if you shake it. Then one wall rippled and a woman stepped out. She had three heads and wore each of her sets of hair in a turban and a carnival mask on each face.
She whipped out a hand to the wall to my left and suddenly it went blank. Then strange letters appeared and rearranged themselves to spell;
Run
Go to the Gypsys
They are coming
They are coming
they are coming
Remember my words
The words of hecate
