Khobos (working title) Chapter 1 Part 1A Story by Mikael MalmbergI think this is a set-up. A beginning to a chapter. I haven't yet decided where to go with this. You can share any and all ideas, thoughts and opinions that you have!Nolka
watched the blizzard through the window of his room. The window was located high up in the air, on the top floor of Snowpeaks' main tower. A haunted expression hung on the boy's face. Nolka was glad for the warmth of the indoors. Despite that, he shivered as his eyes narrowed to seek out that particular piece of ground, the one he’d been looking at this entire time. He didn’t know why it fascinated him so, but kept staring as if charmed by the mysterious, dark form. The figure had
stood in the blizzard for a while now. It barely moved, only rarely stirring
from its spot for no obvious reason. But each time the figure moved, as if to
turn to face another direction, it stopped. It had been several minutes since
the last attempt, now. Nolka could see every minute detail of the black form in
the distance, his eyes enhanced by an intake of duramalm, and yet he could not
detect movement. Nobody could stand that still, he knew, and yet he couldn’t
shake the feeling that it was a human. The black
figure standing in the white snow was man-shaped, its black velvety cloak never stirring in the wind. That was odd. It didn’t seem like the surroundings bothered it
much, either. The boy’s sharp eyes could attest to that. When making contact with the
glistening cloth of the stranger’s cloak, the snow just... vanished. It wasn't human. Nolka could feel that in the bottom of his stomach, a creeping realization that slowly snuck up on him. What sort of man was able to just stand there as if nothing was happening? No sort of man, that's what. What sort of cloak made snow vanish? No cloak. Then what?
That "what" made Nolka shiver. The creature pivoted and looked up. Straight into Nolka's room. Nolka yelped, taking a step back from the window, but unable to lift his gaze from the creature. Terrified, frozen in place, he stared at the creature in a shocked trance. Perhaps for the best, as he barely reacted to what happened next. The creature leaped off the snowy ground, nightcloak fluttering in the swirling blizzard. Muscular, birdlike legs - shoved somehow into a pair of sturdy boots that ended at the elevated balls of its feet - crashed through Nolka's window, throwing bits of glass and wood in every direction. Before they could hit the ground, the winds rushed in through the shattered window. Somehow, none of the pieces struck him. Nolka took another step back, his ragged breath suddenly steaming in the air as he regarded the beast looming over him. Birdlike legs, standing on scrunched floorboards, protruded out of a half-human, half-bird torso. Long, supple arms reached towards the boy, thin sharp claws coming out where the fingers should have been. The beast's bald, tattooed head looked down at him, merciless eyes burning like embers. Nolka screamed in horror as the hulking beast began to advance, its form leaking a wispy white mist. He didn't stay to gawk. He threw open the door and fled into the hallway, screaming for help. * * * © 2016 Mikael MalmbergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMikael MalmbergHelsinki, Helsinki, FinlandAboutI write on-and-off, but writing is a permanent interest for me. There's never going to be a time when I won't be interested in the art of writing, the arrangement of words, their style and rhythm and .. more..Writing
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