B-Haunted Eternal - My Cold Tomb
Haunted Eternal - My Cold Tomb
It is quiet. I am alone and cold. Not the same kind of cold that a human endures but emptiness like a tomb with no occupant. Yes, a hollow shell of stone. How funny.
What is this cold? I can remember being cold as a child, really cold and really poor. It was a blanket and a hot drink, usually something weak, very weak, too weak to enjoy. Gram would always do her very best with what little we had. It was warm in my hands. It served. It has been a long, a very long time since I have had to...make due. Now I have anything, and I do mean anything that I want. There is absolutely nothing beyond my reach. Not so bad, even if it is still cold and the very worse kind of cold there is.
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It was a bit unnerving to see the water fall gone. There was absolutely no sign of it. Not one sign of the opening where I had come. It was solid rock matching the walls of my resting place. It was dark and if not for my immortal gifts, I would be blind. There was no panic in my hands as I grazed over to be sure. Yes it was there, a covering, a wall, solid stone where there was an opening and a waterfall acting as a curtain.
Before I had a chance to call out a name or think an escape, I saw the pile of clothes with a parchment folded in half and the word ‘Yours’ written. Inside the folded note was nothing but an arrow. My head moved, turning in that direction and I saw the opening to a passage. Assuming it was the way out of this place.
The boots are of fine leather with laces up the front and a medium size heel. I tossed through the other pieces, and found jewelry and under garments. It seems to be a carefully chosen wardrobe.
I particularly like the dangling dragon that sways from my naval. The silver shines against the black skirt that fits a loose hug to my hips and very low. I only hooked 4 buttons of this floor length skirt, leaving most of it open showing off these thigh high boots. The top half is equally appealing. The amount of flesh I bare with this mid drift will depend on my movement I suppose, and the sleeves, they are long past my wrists, almost to my knuckles. Still wearing the hunk of silver, I add two more solid bands, one to each thumb.
It's clear to me why she included these rings. Inside one is inscribed 'my sister, my love' and in the other 'two souls, we are one'. Yeah, I understand the meaning of these. My hands fix my curly mane, and I catch a glimpse of auburn. I stand straight and as tall as my 5 foot 4 and a half inch frame will allow, and I move. I move slowly and carefully toward the only passage, the only visible way out of this place, my tomb.
