“Let me go in first,” she said, looking up at Zerva, who was still struggling. “If there are zombies, or a trap of some sort, I have a better chance of getting away in time.”
Nudging the large door open a crack, she slipped through to enter the room. She crept silently, not wanting to disturb whatever might lurk in the shadows. This room, like the door, was full of engravings that emitted a bluish light. Looking up, she found the ceiling held an intricate design. Studying it with her light stone, she saw it held depictions of gigantic ships, all of them looking different, engaged in some huge battle.
She was about to call to Zerva when a glint caught the corner of her eye, and she moved towards it to investigate. A little arch was carved into the stone set in the wall and there sat a metal owl figure, its blue eyes open and staring. She turned and found each corner held the same owl figure. The eyes were obviously some sort of precious jewel, and her fingers twitched.
Everyone else has been taking whatever gold and jewels they find, she thought. She needed to get something to send to her family as soon as possible.
Using her knife, she cut out the eyes and pocketed them. She went around to each corner in this way, taking out the jewels, until she met the last owl. Its eyes, she found, were closed.
“That’s strange,” she said to no one, and tapped the forehead of the owl. “Wake up, you!”
She had said it as a joke, and hadn’t been prepared when the eyes actually opened to stare at her. But this owl didn’t just stare. Its eyes, reddish-orange like the owls she sometimes glimpsed in the forest, blinked at her a few times, its head cocking to the side. Twill backed away, holding out the light stone before her as if it could ward the creature off. The owl couldn’t be more than a foot tall, from the tip of its ear-like feather tufts on top of its head to its talons, but it looked metallic like the others had, though its silver feathers shifted over one another like real feathers would.
Twill stumbled back, her foot catching on a broken piece of the floor, and as she righted herself, the owl moved. She cried out in pain as it dug its claws into her arm, and for a moment she felt frozen in place. When she turned to stare at the thing, horrified, she saw its eyes turn from their reddish-orange to green. If she tried to move, it dug its talons in further, so she stayed still watching it as it watched her.
“You woke me.” A smooth male voice said into her head, and she felt suddenly cold with fear. “Why?”
“I-I,” she fumbled, unsure and afraid, “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”
The owl was silent a moment as if considering, and then, “You are not lying.” It released her arm then, fluttering to perch on a pedestal on the side. Its eyes returned to their original color as it left her.
Twill clutched at her arm but found it had not pierced her deeply. “I’m sorry,” she told it, not sure what its next move might be. “You could go back to sleep…”
Its head cocked, eyes gleaming. “If that is what you desire.”
(...long post is...long... Muffins, you have some competition! LOL)
Edited by Miss Soupy, 06 December 2011 - 10:48 PM.