Apex Predator
August 2nd, 2015, 04:04 AM
[This is the first part of my opening to my fantasy adventure story A Crisis in Tethyra. The opening chapter I have named "The Awakening", hopefully you will all enjoy it.]
THE AWAKENING
A rising Blue Moon in the east signaled the end of yet another frenzied day throughout the Tethyran Seas.
Throughout the many homes and huts of humans; fathers finished up a hard days work, mothers sang lullabies to their darling little angels, whilst children trekked away to the place where dreams are wrought. Mermaids nestled together away from the hungry eyes of Naiads, whilst the Naiad began a good nights rest from hunting Mermaids. In the eastern cays, the Chithilys sang and danced until their scales were bruised and sore. While in the lonely ocean gloom, Gustav, the last great sea monster of his kind slumbered away near ocean surface.
In the muggy Pangraad jungles, a pack of Ongah traversed the gloomy foliage of their island home. They had had seen the Blue Moon as blessing from their gods, and as with their custom, sought to offer gratitude by giving onto them the quarry of their recent hunt. Pressing on as hard as their hardy ape-like bodies could give. They made their way unto the slopes of the mighty brimstone mountain, whose foundations rumbled and fumed from the fires deep below the earth, to cast their hefty bounty into the mountains’ lake of fire - The Pyre of Gods.
In Yuthaia, on the Latedi Island, an Aederyn apprentice fumbled frantically across a candle-lit observatory. A Blue Moon was a rare event above Tethyran Seas. Arising only every fifteen years, this eager maiden sought to make the most of it. In accordance with her studies, she catalogued it the very best she could: size, dimension, direction, and luminosity she wrote. She refused to wait another fifteen years to lay her eyes upon its mystic glow. Her feathers flared and her body quivered with awe, she only wished her kindred sisters were awake to behold a marvelous celestial sight.
Meanwhile, deep in The Murharob within the city of Nahret, a reclusive queen was utilizing the rare heavenly event to enhance her nightly ritual: a bath in human blood. Within a golden tub, her eunuch servants had brought a dozen slave girls to have their throats slit and their blood freshly drained. In a most elegant fashion, the Muharob queen would gracefully enter the tub and slowly caress her fair-skinned naked body with the still warm women’s blood. Amidst the frantic pleas for mercy and gasping victims, she would sometimes lap the reddish substance whilst her servants played away on flutes and lyres for her evening comfort. She feared nothing whilst everything feared her.
THE AWAKENING
A rising Blue Moon in the east signaled the end of yet another frenzied day throughout the Tethyran Seas.
Throughout the many homes and huts of humans; fathers finished up a hard days work, mothers sang lullabies to their darling little angels, whilst children trekked away to the place where dreams are wrought. Mermaids nestled together away from the hungry eyes of Naiads, whilst the Naiad began a good nights rest from hunting Mermaids. In the eastern cays, the Chithilys sang and danced until their scales were bruised and sore. While in the lonely ocean gloom, Gustav, the last great sea monster of his kind slumbered away near ocean surface.
In the muggy Pangraad jungles, a pack of Ongah traversed the gloomy foliage of their island home. They had had seen the Blue Moon as blessing from their gods, and as with their custom, sought to offer gratitude by giving onto them the quarry of their recent hunt. Pressing on as hard as their hardy ape-like bodies could give. They made their way unto the slopes of the mighty brimstone mountain, whose foundations rumbled and fumed from the fires deep below the earth, to cast their hefty bounty into the mountains’ lake of fire - The Pyre of Gods.
In Yuthaia, on the Latedi Island, an Aederyn apprentice fumbled frantically across a candle-lit observatory. A Blue Moon was a rare event above Tethyran Seas. Arising only every fifteen years, this eager maiden sought to make the most of it. In accordance with her studies, she catalogued it the very best she could: size, dimension, direction, and luminosity she wrote. She refused to wait another fifteen years to lay her eyes upon its mystic glow. Her feathers flared and her body quivered with awe, she only wished her kindred sisters were awake to behold a marvelous celestial sight.
Meanwhile, deep in The Murharob within the city of Nahret, a reclusive queen was utilizing the rare heavenly event to enhance her nightly ritual: a bath in human blood. Within a golden tub, her eunuch servants had brought a dozen slave girls to have their throats slit and their blood freshly drained. In a most elegant fashion, the Muharob queen would gracefully enter the tub and slowly caress her fair-skinned naked body with the still warm women’s blood. Amidst the frantic pleas for mercy and gasping victims, she would sometimes lap the reddish substance whilst her servants played away on flutes and lyres for her evening comfort. She feared nothing whilst everything feared her.