Post by twilight on Oct 16, 2020 14:40:47 GMT -5
The year is 936 AD. I was living on the streets of what is today known as Cairo, age 16. Parents both deceased. And me and other children of none would wander to the outskirts of the city. Many travelers and castaways would camp out there, some more than happy to feed outcasts for exchange for a little talk and company. Those light nights where you would see glowing eyes of Djin peering out from the deserts. Nomads would sometimes invite us to join them wandering the unknown but we were already nomads and had no wish of traveling further out. But a meal or soup was a feast for us.
We stayed close to what we knew. One day though a traveler camped far from the city. We saw the fire and we could smell the charbroiled goat me and so we went. When we arrived the camp site it was one man by himself. He invited us to dine with him that night. There was something off about him. We could tell there was something wrong with the man. It was as if his skin was not his skin. His face was more like a mask with holes where his eyes should be, as if he were wearing a suit of some type. But we were hungry and that did not matter. He cooked his meat so very slowly and asked us questions and always waited patiently for an answer. Our hunger grew and we looked at the meat over the open fire and we thought how slow it was cooking, so slow. The man would see our gaze and smile and said all things in good time. That night seemed longer than a night, it seemed like months. Our hair had begun to grow and we realized we were trapped.
The man was a sloth demon. Making the world around him slow to the point where people would just fade into nothing. He was spider peering out from the human skin and we were his flies.
I wish I could tell you we escaped. But we did not. I arrived in Jeville not long. And as a party gift the demon sent me down some finally cooked goat meat.
The point of me retelling this story is for Louis Cypher. You think you want to know about the things that go bump in the night, but you will find you will lose a lot more than a hand when you finally arrive where you want to go. Why not come with me to Jeville so that you get a taste of what awaits you?
Fade to light
We stayed close to what we knew. One day though a traveler camped far from the city. We saw the fire and we could smell the charbroiled goat me and so we went. When we arrived the camp site it was one man by himself. He invited us to dine with him that night. There was something off about him. We could tell there was something wrong with the man. It was as if his skin was not his skin. His face was more like a mask with holes where his eyes should be, as if he were wearing a suit of some type. But we were hungry and that did not matter. He cooked his meat so very slowly and asked us questions and always waited patiently for an answer. Our hunger grew and we looked at the meat over the open fire and we thought how slow it was cooking, so slow. The man would see our gaze and smile and said all things in good time. That night seemed longer than a night, it seemed like months. Our hair had begun to grow and we realized we were trapped.
The man was a sloth demon. Making the world around him slow to the point where people would just fade into nothing. He was spider peering out from the human skin and we were his flies.
I wish I could tell you we escaped. But we did not. I arrived in Jeville not long. And as a party gift the demon sent me down some finally cooked goat meat.
The point of me retelling this story is for Louis Cypher. You think you want to know about the things that go bump in the night, but you will find you will lose a lot more than a hand when you finally arrive where you want to go. Why not come with me to Jeville so that you get a taste of what awaits you?
Fade to light
