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This is the continuation of my epic story that is short
I am Jerek Reichenbach, and you may call me Jer. That is pronounced Jare, rhymes with hair. Just an FYI. Anyways, time is short. I cannot dwell on introductions too long, so here we go, me in a nut shell. I am 12 years old, I am a little tall for my age ,but at least I'm not short. I have light blond hair, and I have bright blue eyes. I am intrested in religeon, because I needed something to believe in. That is why I ended up in this church, so far from home.
"Welcome to St. Lucas' Catholic Church. Pray thee tell me your name, young lad?" I am stunned by this woman's beauty. She is, like, 20 years older than me, and I already decided I wanted to marry her. I stutter my name to her, and she smiles kindly at me. "What a nice name you have. Oh, my! I was about to forget to tell you my name! I am Sarah Reene, the Priestess of this church. Well now, you look so cold! How long have you been out this night, hmm?" I open my mouth to answer her, but she makes a shooing gesture with her hand and says, "Never mind, that is not important. What is, is that I get a nice wool blanket and a warm bowl of soup for ye!" She runs off to a door on the south side of the room, and I look around at my sorroundings.
I was in between two rows of pews, one on the left and one on the right. They had plush, velvety seat pads, and the wood was polished until it sparkled. About twent feet in front of me was the alter, and behind that a giant wooden cross. A giant open book lay on the alter, and I rightly assumed it was the bible. An old drunk man lay in the corner right of the giant cross, and he seemed to be well asleep. I looked up and saw the most intricate, beautiful chandleer that I have ever seen. If I live, I will never forget that chandeleer.
It was formed entirely out of the finest diomands, gilded with gold. A light above the chandeleer shone through it, transforming the dozens of diamonds into bright stars. I wondered how much it would be worth in a marketplace, and then realized it was priceless. Nothing could compare to that chandeleer. And with these thoughts in my head, I failed to notice the doubledoors behind me open.
I just stood, gaping at the chandeleer like a born fool, not hearing the footsteps of that demon until it was too late. I uttered a gasp as a leather glove grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. At first, all I saw was two red points of light peircing into my soul. And then, as I saw the sword he had in his other hand, I made the conection that the points of light were eyes, and that these eyes belonged to a mad man. His red hair was matted with sweat, like he had run a mile or two. And the last thing i noticed about him was his smell. And he smelled like death.
 demondwarmeX2 · Thu Nov 09, 2006 @ 10:57pm · 0 Comments |
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