Elfwood is the worlds largest SciFi & Fantasy community.
  - 152387 members, 3 online now.
  - 12580 site visitors the last 24 hours.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kirstin Linnenkoper

"Caught By The Moon..." by Kirstin Linnenkoper

SciFi/Fantasy text 3 out of 11 by Kirstin Linnenkoper.      ←Previous - Next→
 
Tag As Favorite
 
It's about a warlock who accidentally turns into a werewolf and, with the help of his loved one, tries to remove the curse cast upon him.
Add Bookmark
Tag As FavoriteComment
←- Black Heart | Dark Soul -→

 

 

Suddenly one of the heavy walls inside the dusty, old tomb began to move. It must have been a secret passage because it presented a clean entrance  that let you walk straight into the old chambers. With a loud thump the wall stopped to move. Within the ray of light that shone from the other side of it a shadow appeared. A large shadow too long and fierce to be human. Carefully the figure came through the passage and pulled on of the few candlesticks that hung on the walls. With another loud, creaking thump the wall sealed itself again. The figure turned around and continued walking past the graves filling the dark tomb. It was wearing a black robe and a hood that hid it’s face, so you couldn’t quite make out what the creature looked like. But from just watching it move along under the dim light of the moon that entered the crooked glass window on the top of the tomb you’d get a clear enough picture inside your mind’s eye stating that you didn’t honestly ever want to take a closer look at it. And even if you would be brave enough to get close to it, it would only be a matter of time before it would catch up with you and punish you for spying on him in the secret night with your own blood. As the sparkling stars where closely following every step the figure took, a cold air started spreading between the stone walls. And it was probably that that made the figure stop and listen, it’s breathe the only sound that could be heard within miles. Or was it? No one was breathing. No one that was alive. There was only the wind. The cold wind. But it wasn’t a normal wind. It was moving around, alive and breathing. The figure removed both of his hands from his pockets and slowly turned around.

‘Celeste, how nice of you to drop by,’ it’s deep voice spoke.

The wind was immediately silenced and held it’s breath with patience.

‘Really, there is no need to hide from me, my dear. I know you are there.’

Within the blink of an eye the wind moved closer and magically transformed into a beautiful young woman dresses in a silver gown, flowing around her body like it was ready to fly off into the lonely night.

‘As you wish, Shemain,’ she softly spoke, nearly whispering. ‘Although I must confess I see no point in pursuing you in secret if you know I’m here.’

Shemain started to laugh and took a few steps closer. ‘Well, you must forgive me. But my intuition leads my spirit in a way that I can’t seem to let it rest. And…I know your scent. I can smell you everywhere.’

Celeste shivered at that thought, which didn’t went unnoticed by Shemain. As he started walking around her, inspecting her, she felt not only a little uncomfortable. His body was cold and the breathe that came from his body even colder. When it touched her skin it froze her to the ground.

‘Everywhere?’ she repeated, turning it into a question.

Shemain continued walking around her, holding out his right hand to touch her long, black hair. She held her breath again.

‘Don’t,’ she reacted.

‘Oh, don’t?’ he asked her.

She shook her head that made her dark hair dance up and down and turned around.

‘Why are you here, Shemain? Why?’ Her brown eyes pierced his fearless gaze.

He looked down. ‘You know the reason of my being here, why do you still inquire?’

He wanted to step aside and start walking again, but Celeste stopped him by holding on to his arm.

‘I know why you’re here, Shemain. But why did you still come?’ she sighed. ‘You are so fully aware of all the dangers that might trap you by appearing here, so, why didn’t you trust your intuition on that and stay away from this cursed place?’

Shemain tried to speak, but found no words that could possibly make her understand what kind of situation he was in.

‘They will find you!’

Shemain pulled free his arm and walked away. Celeste quickly ran after him.

‘How can care so little? How is it possible to be so calm? It’s not…’

‘…Human?’ Shemain promptly completed her sentence and turned around to face her.

She looked down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes. ‘I just don’t understand,’ she said in a small voice.

‘And you never will,’ was the reply she got. Again he made it clear he wanted nothing more than to just walk on and reach his goal to fulfil the task he came here to do and stepped away from her.

Celeste stamped her feet on the ground, angry at both him and herself.

‘Don’t you dare walk away from me! Not again!’ she shouted as loud as she could, nearly breaking down in tears.

Shemain ceased his escape and felt his heart beat in his throat. He would have known as the only one there that Celeste hadn’t meant his rude interruption of their conversation a few moments earlier, but a completely different occasion. And it hurt him to think back at that frightful night.

Celeste smiled, fighting her tears. ‘As you might have noticed the moon looks exactly the same tonight. A bloody moon that stands for misfortune and pain. And above all betrayal.’ She stopped her speech to catch her breathe and regain her strength. ‘If only I would have know that you would have made the same mistake twice back then… Then I’d never would have…given my love to you.’ She threw her hands in the air, groaning. ‘But no, you couldn’t resist, could you? You just had to go back and finish it off, didn’t you? At all costs. No matter how grave the risks where.’

As Shemain listen to her his heart broke into pieces all over again. He clenched his hands tightly to maintain control, but feared it would only be of so little help.

‘But you just don’t care. The first chance that comes along you grab instantly. The first chance to get caught. To get hurt.’ A tear came gliding down her cheek. ‘But let me tell you that you’re not the only one who will hurt tonight when they take you away. Quite frankly I think I will hurt most of all as that happens. But I won’t see that happen. It won’t happen!’

Shemain tried to focus on his own breath in order to stay calm. He knew that if he let his emotions take over they would get the better of him.

‘So, there you are, Shemain. And here I am. Just in time. If you will just listen to me!’ her voice sounded fragile but strong. ‘Now, haven’t you got anything to say to me? Is all you can do to just stand there in silence? Is that all? Is there nothing you wish to say to me?’

Shemain couldn’t bear her words any longer. They where just as bad as a million of flaming arrows being shot into his still beating heart, even worse if could be. But he couldn’t speak. It wouldn’t be of any use. Nothing that he could say would be.

‘Shemain!’ Celeste tried yet again, sounding even more hopeless and tired than before. ‘Please speak! Please say something! Anything! God, you won’t even look at me!’

Her words were like nails being hammered into his skull. He couldn’t bear it. He felt his heart wanting to give in. Wanting to explode. It was too much he couldn’t take it. He turned around and with one pull removed his hood from his face, exposing himself in the moonlight.

‘Okay, Celeste! Is this what you want? That I look at you? Then, by all means, I will look at you!’

Celeste was struck by his appearance. A fresh scar decorated the young man’s face from the corner of his mouth all the way up to his eyebrow and his green eyes now had turned a pale shade of icy blue. Also his long, clean hair that always had been a warm brown colour was now as white and colourless as the moonlight itself. She gasped. Shemain walked over to her, grabbing her arms.

‘Now, tell me, is this good enough? Are you satisfied now? Do you think I want you to see me like this? Do you think it’s true that I honestly don’t care how you feel and like to see you cry? Do you?’

Celeste shook her head, trying to speak out, but her words got buried under Shemain’s emotional outburst.

‘I don’t, I didn’t say that,’ she managed to scream out, but Shemain just kept going.

‘Of course I care about your feelings. But only because I care about you, Celeste! And I don’t want to be here either. But I have to be! I don’t want to tell you. I can’t tell you why because you will never understand!’

Celeste did her best to try and decode what he had just told her, but he was right indeed. She didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about.

‘What do you mean, Shemain? Please tell me! Maybe I can help you. You sound terrified. What happened?’

Shemain let go of her arms. ‘No, no! Please don’t ask me! I can’t bear to lie to you and I can’t tell you either or they’ll…’

Celeste frowned. ‘Who are they?’

Shemain shook his head. ‘No, please! I’ve already said too much. I can’t tell you! It’s not safe! Please, try to understand!’

But she wouldn’t listen. ‘What happened to you, Shemain? Have you gotten in a fight with a demon? What has happened to your hair?’

He looked desperate to tell her, but his mind forbid it.

‘Say something. There’s no one here who can hear us here,’ Celeste said. But again he did not speak. He just looked up to the sky through the glass window and seemed to examine the stars. Celeste followed his eyes.

‘Or is there?’

 

 

 

←- Black Heart | Dark Soul -→

DateNameComment 
- Noone has written in this guestbook yet... be the first!
Not signed in, Add an anonymous comment to this guestbook...    

Your Name:
Your Mail:
   Private message? (Info)



'Caught By The Moon...':
 • Created by: :-) Kirstin Linnenkoper
 • Copyright: ©Kirstin Linnenkoper. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Curse, Fights, Magic, Werewolf
 • Categories: Demons, Imps, Devils, Beholders..., Fights, Duels, Battles, Lycanthrope, Were-folk, etc, Magic and Sorcery, Spells, etc., Romance, Emotion, Love, Vampires, Zombies, Undeads, Dark, Gothic, Wizards, Priests, Druids, Sorcerers...
 • Views: 462

Bookmark and Share



More by 'Kirstin Linnenkoper':
Phoenix
Intuition
Silver Saviour
Selena
Over the Horizon...

Related Tutorials:
  • 'Writing Lycanthropy' by :-)Jeff Burke
  • 'Originality in Fantasy - Taking The Road Less Travelled' by :-)A.R. George
  • 'Building Stronger Story Themes' by :-)Timothy Pontious
  • Art Education Finder...
  •  
     

    Elfwood™ is a site for Fantasy and Science Fiction art and stories. The site was founded by Thomas Abrahamsson and is maintained by helpful assistants and moderators, owned by the Elfwood AB corporation.

    [More...]