The air inside the house was charged with fire and a soft smell of brimstone. Sybil was busy pulling bags and things from under her bed, looking for the long case that contained the sword.
There were things coming for her son and she needed to be ready.
She was half under the bed, when she felt her son stir above her. She held her breath, like a thief caught in the act. He stirred some more, and then she felt him crawl closer to the sleeping form of her husband and he went back to sleep again.
Sybil released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She slowly picked up another bag and pushed it out of the way. The case was lying behind the bag. She hooked her finger around the strap and pulled it out as she crawled out from under the bed.
The kitchen was dark.
Sybil took a candle from a shelf and lit it. She placed the case on the kitchen table. Black and ominous. Last time she had opened the case, people had died. And this was when Jorah was but a twinkle in some star system that she didn't even know the name of.
The black case vibrated with an evil energy. She was almost scared of opening it, but the storm was picking up and soon she'd be the only defense her son would have from the things out there.
Sybil put her fingers to the opposite ends of the case, pressed them in. Felt the case confirming that it was her and not someone else.
And the black case fell open -- a flat black piece of cloth on the table. A sword pommel, ivory carved with the scene of an ancient battle, stared back at her. There was no blade. There wouldn't be one till it was needed. And when it was needed, it would appear.
She picked up the handle and tested its weight.
It felt familiar. The slight twinge of excitement that she felt in her belly disgusted her at the same time.
Sybil grabbed a chair and sat down facing the door with The Wraith in her lap.
She was ready. For whatever the fuck dared to knock on her door next.
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She thinks she is ready. She thinks...
Also, cool sword name, bro!
There were things coming for her son and she needed to be ready.
She was half under the bed, when she felt her son stir above her. She held her breath, like a thief caught in the act. He stirred some more, and then she felt him crawl closer to the sleeping form of her husband and he went back to sleep again.
Sybil released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She slowly picked up another bag and pushed it out of the way. The case was lying behind the bag. She hooked her finger around the strap and pulled it out as she crawled out from under the bed.
The kitchen was dark.
Sybil took a candle from a shelf and lit it. She placed the case on the kitchen table. Black and ominous. Last time she had opened the case, people had died. And this was when Jorah was but a twinkle in some star system that she didn't even know the name of.
The black case vibrated with an evil energy. She was almost scared of opening it, but the storm was picking up and soon she'd be the only defense her son would have from the things out there.
Sybil put her fingers to the opposite ends of the case, pressed them in. Felt the case confirming that it was her and not someone else.
And the black case fell open -- a flat black piece of cloth on the table. A sword pommel, ivory carved with the scene of an ancient battle, stared back at her. There was no blade. There wouldn't be one till it was needed. And when it was needed, it would appear.
She picked up the handle and tested its weight.
It felt familiar. The slight twinge of excitement that she felt in her belly disgusted her at the same time.
Sybil grabbed a chair and sat down facing the door with The Wraith in her lap.
She was ready. For whatever the fuck dared to knock on her door next.
---
She thinks she is ready. She thinks...
Also, cool sword name, bro!
Cool sword name indeed.
ReplyDeleteYou're a master narrator Pallav!