Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

The dark summoning: The Virgin.

Verlie had an aunt named Masha, a women who had never married and was known for her temper. She had refused to wed and lived on her own, running a bakery and working long hours everyday. She'd forced the people in her town to accept her, and finally they had. Even now they bought her bread, when she was old and her hair was gray. Verlie had been born with Masha's red hair, if not her temper, and had been adored. Masha spoiled her niece, giving her presents and, more importantly, her time. Verlie had lived for these visits, preferring her aunt's life of freedom to the marriage and certain servitude her mother promised. Her aunt's best present, however, was a knife that Verlie could wear in her hair, hidden in a barrette.

"You'll never know when you might need it," the old woman told her. "And to know you have a weapon is to have a sense of security that shows in a woman. Men go after weak targets. Never present them with one. Your carriage is your greatest defense."

Verlie took to wearing the barrette daily, with its green butterfly, and though she became known for it, she never told anyone what was hidden inside. It gave her confidence, and pride, and she snubbed the boys who came to court her, as well as the older men who thought a slim redhead might make a good wife. Her mother felt she was too picky, but her aunt she didn't have to choose at all. So when her family tried to arrange a marriage for her, Verlie refused, leaving the same night with everything she owned shoved into a pack.

Masha will take me in, she decided, as she headed down the road out of her village. Her aunt lived only five miles away, on the other side of the crossroads in the next village. She had started out at dusk, sure her family wouldn't even realize until dawn that she had gone out the window. She wasn't going to stay, though. She was seventeen years old and was not going to marry a forty-five-year-old fat man, no matter who told her she must.

Confident, frightened, and rather excited at her sudden freedom, she headed down the dirt road, the sun setting on the horizon and shrouding everything in darkness, which she rather welcomed. The dark didn't have anything in it to frighten her, her aunt assured her, only men did, and they were as dangerous during the day. As long as she kept her wits about her, she would be fine. So Verlie walked along the road she'd taken so many times in the daylight, her pack thrown across her back, and whistling to prove to herself that the growing darkness wasn't making her nervous at all. She didn't run, quite, but she walked quickly and looked back a lot.

(This is just Part one of four... maybe five. I hope you enjoy, and I will be adding the new parts to this same Blog, so check back if you like dark rituals and summoning forces of darkness, that sort of thing.)

#1 Posted by Lady_Liberty (8460 posts) - - Show Bio

Nice :-)

#2 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio


Hee hee hee. I told you!

My dreams motivate my writing often, not always. But often. <3

#3 Posted by Lady_Liberty (8460 posts) - - Show Bio

@Naamah_Obyzouth: That you did indeed!

#4 Posted by Uncommon (377 posts) - - Show Bio

Wow! i look forward to reading the rest :)

#5 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

The dark summoning: The Crossroads.

The night grew both dark and cold. It was late in the fall and the trees were already skeletal, their leaves laying in wet piles beside the road. The chill in the air was bitter as well. Verlie pulled her cloak around herself and struggled onward, wishing her parents had decided to marry her off in the summer instead.

Time passed, the moon rising overhead, and she sighed in relief as she finally reached the crossroads. She hadn't seen a single person on the way. She'd come from the south. West, the road led to towns she'd only heard of, and turned eventually south itself. Three days' ride, she'd been told, and the kingdom of Zed ended. Other kingdoms lay beyond, and even more past them, carrying on until the world ended. She'd have to go that way eventually, she supposed, though that idea was still too remote for her to dwell upon. East was the capital, where the king lived, and she could see the lights of the fire dragons who lit the castle, even from here. North lay her aunt's village. and then the road continued northward again in a route she'd never taken, even in play.

That way wound through forests and other towns before ending at the dead Whale Plains, which had to be skirted to reach the kingdom of Najjah Parah, their nearest neighbor. Here, though, the road was just a worn-out crossroads, the ruts deep and solid.

Verlie crossed, jumping over tracks that were almost deep enough to trap a wagon. That was when she heard a horse snort. Startled, she looked up to see three men in the king's green and black livery on horseback, riding from the east. They stared back at her, equally surprised to see anyone out so late at night.

The lead rider grinned. "Looks like this will be easy, eh boys?," he said.

Discretion over bravery, her aunt always said. Verlie ran. Immediately, she heard hoof-beats coming after her and tried to scramble off the road into the brush, but the men were trained. She barely got twenty yards, struggling across a pile of leaves, before one of them grabbed her by her long hair and hauled her back, also yanking her upward. Letting go of her hair to get a better grip on her shirt, he threw her across the saddle before him.

"Let me go!" Verlie screamed, struggling.

He struck her across the back of the head with his mailed fist."Don't be a fool child,"he warned. Then ordered his companions to get her pack and spun his horse, cantering back the way he'd come, one hand still gripping the back of her shirt.

#6 Posted by Nordok (1284 posts) - - Show Bio

You do know how to leave someone wanting more, don't you? ;)

#7 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

@Nordok: Maybe. ^__^

#8 Posted by CurbsideProphet (1909 posts) - - Show Bio

Got my attention well enough. It's strange, the way she does things in such quick succession.

#9 Edited by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

The dark summoning: Olden Ones?!

Her head was spinning with pain, Verlie could only hang on, feeling as if she would vomit whenever the horse's movements dug the saddle into her stomach. The soldiers soon galloped as a trio back toward the capital, laughing and congratulating themselves on their success. They'd been searching for a girl, she realized, and fully expecting that they'd need to break into someone's cottage to get one. She'd gone and made it easy for them.

She nearly panicked, her terror so great that she could barely breathe at all during the horrid ride. If the soldiers wanted her, there was nothing anyone could do yo help, not even her aunt would be able to save her. She'd just vanish and never bee seen from again. She heard about it happening before. Her parents had always cautioned her that it could happen, and that she must be careful. Her aunt had said to never make herself look like an attractive target. Apparently, walking alone at night did.

"Please let me go!" she wailed. "What do you want with me?"

The man who held her on his saddle laughed roughly, slapping her backside and making her cry out. "We don't want you, girl. We just want female bait. There is a olden one coming for the prince tonight. You'll like him." The other men laughed as well.

Verlie's heart froze. An olden one? They wanted her for an olden one? Like everyone, she'd heard stories of forgotten gods, great spirits bound to serve human men with their magic. She'd grown up on those stories, distantly wishing for one herself but knowing it would never happen. Only men bound the old ones, and then, only men with more rank than her family had. Olden Ones were the horror stories of the conjurers, though: evil creatures born to destroy. The safety of all Zed was based on them, but they were cold and cruel, and according to the stories, to gain their services required the sacrifice of a virgin girl.

Verlie started to scream, trying to buck off the horse. That made it shy, whinnying nervously. The soldier who held her cursed, and threw her down onto the ground. Verlie tried to scramble to her feet and run, but the man dismounted and grabbed her again, pinning her easily into the dirt while the other men bound her hands and feet.

"Gag her as well," he snarled. "She's damned loud."

They shoved a rag into her mouth and pulled her upright. Her wrists bound together, Verlie could only move her fingers as she was hauled back across the saddle. The horses started to move again. This wasn't supposed to happen! All confidence her aunt had given her was gone, and she cried into her gag, her face pressed against her bound hands. Then she touched her barrette. Blinking, she felt the butterfly under her fingers, it had slipped free during her struggles. She unhooked it from her hair, keeping it hidden. The soldier didn't even notice, shouting something to his companions about getting a wagon.

They were starting to canter on cobblestones now, which clattered loudly under the horses' shoes as they entered the city that surrounded the king's castle, passing through a side gate in the main wall and swerving their mounts down back alleys where no one could see them. Finally, they pulled up at a barn, where two of the soldiers dismounted. The man holding Verlie stayed on his horse, one hand on her back, while his companions readied a cart. Verlie twisted her head around to look pleadingly up at him."Too bad the old ones prefer virgins," he said, leering down at her. Verlie shuddered and looked away.

They transferred her to an old cart that smelled as though it was used to carry vegetables. Its wooden boards were cold and hugely uncomfortable, but the men put a tarp over her that blocked the increasingly frigid night air. Verlie was double glad of it, the three men sat on the seat ahead of her, probably looking back, but they wouldn't be able to see her under the tarp. Verlie couldn't see in the darkness either, but she could feel her barrette.

#10 Posted by Lady_Liberty (8460 posts) - - Show Bio

@Naamah_Obyzouth: Veerry sinister.

#11 Posted by Zauberin (4431 posts) - - Show Bio

Awww, now I feel bad.

#12 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio


Why do you feel bad <3 ?

#13 Posted by Chevaliere (1007 posts) - - Show Bio

Because, she got kidnapped! T_T

#14 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

The dark summoning: The King.

She carefully worked the butterfly out from her palm to the edge of her fingers, careful not to drop it knowing she might lose it in the darkness if she did. Trying not to shiver as the cold seeped into her from the bottom wagon, she managed to point the tiny weapon toward her wrists before pushing on the little latch would release the blade. This eased out, barely an inch long, but enough to convince a man to leave her alone, her aunt claimed. Verlie took a deep breath and bent her fingers as much as she could, bringing the knife to the rope and starting to saw. It was hard, agonizing work, but the blade was sharp, and she nearly wept as she felt the first strands part. Yet the rope was thick and it took time to cut through.

The sound of the horses' hoof-beats changed, sounding hollow, and she realized they'd gone inside the castle. She resisted the urge to scream or work any faster. She'd only drop her knife if she did, or make to much motion and give herself away. Her chances of escaping were slim enough as it was. She tried not to think of that, just focused on cutting her bonds one strand at a time.

The cart turned a corner, descended, and finally stopped. She heard the men dismounting but kept sawing until the last second, palming the knife again just as they threw back the tarp. Blinking away tears, she looked up into a terrible brightness. They had a fire dragon, something Verlie had never seen up close before. She saw it clearly now, flaoting above everyone in the form of a serpent of light, illuminating the area as bright as day.

They were underground, in a cavern, and she whined behind her gag as the soldiers yanked her off the cart and held her above the ground between them, one gripping her under her shoulders, the other under her knees. A man dressed in white frowned at Verlie. "She'll do," he decided. "Everything else is ready. Come." He turned with a dramatic sweep of his robes and strode off, leading the soldiers down a corridor cut out of solid rock, the walls shiny as glass and reflective, the work of earth gnomes, since there weren't any tool marks.

Verlie stared. Her reflection was better than anything she'd ever seen by glancing into a puddle or a lake, and she blinked at her first clear view of herself. She looked awful, her curly red hair a mess and her face covered in dirt and bruises. Her eyes were heavily shadowed, her skin blotchy from tears. She looked broken and ugly, and she tried not to sob again. She had to be strong, she had to be, or she'd die. She probably would die anyway, but her aunt would be ashamed of her if she cowered like a weak little girl. For that reason, she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were hard. She could feel the knife between her palms, and the ropes were a little looser, the innermost loop mostly sawn through. If she could cut the rest of the way, she'd be able to free her hands. Then she might have a chance.

The men dragged her into an underground cathedral, its high arching roof lit by more fire dragons, whose masters stood along the walls dressed in red with heads bowed. More men armed with swords stood closer to the center of the room, as did a group of priests in robes and one man in ermine.

Verlie shivered, recognizing the king. He was heavyset, his beard turning gray and his eyes like chips of flint. She had seen him before in paintings they hung in inns, and once inside a carriage at a distance. He didn't even look at her, speaking harshly to a young man dressed in expensive yellow silks that didn't match his skin tones. The young man shaking, staring at her as she passed as though he'd never seen a woman before.

"Pay attention!" The king slapped him across the face, and the boy flinched.

"Yes, Father,"he apologized, his eyes still tracking Verlie for a moment as she was hoisted up onto a dais and stretched out over an alter, her rope bindings passed over restraining metal hooks. She started her muffled shrieking again as the white-robed started to cut off her clothing.

#15 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio

The dark summoning: Hey you.

"The priests will open the gate,"the king barked to his nervous son."They swear there is an Olden One on the other side."He shot them a glare that had the men surreptitiously cowering."Once it crosses over, kill the girl. Don't hesitate or it won't be bound to you. The second it turns to you, name it. That will complete the binding."

Verlie gasped for breath on the alter, shaking over what she had heard. They were going to kill her. The soldiers turned away, leaving her there, and she fumbled her barrette knife away, praying no one saw it as she resumed sawing at her bonds. No one did. They didn't even look at her.

"What do I name it?" the boy whimpered, twitching.

"Name it whatever you want," the king snapped. "Just don't pick a stupid name, as you can't change it later. Don't fail me in this, boy. The king has always had a Olden One. You'll be a target for your enemies otherwise."

When the boy squirmed, the king slapped him again and laughed harshly. "He won't let me smack you around anymore... Though if he tried to stop me, my Olden One would go after him. He'll be your constant companion, as Thrall is mine. The only time Thrall is away from my side is in here, or when I'm with a woman. So be prepared to get used to it."

The prince looked down, obviously not thrilled with the idea. Verlie sawed desperately at her bonds, none too pleased herself. The white-robed man bowed to the king. "We're ready, my liege." The king nodded and stepped back, preferring to watch from the entrance to the corridor through which they had arrived.

Shaking, the prince walked to the altar. White-faced and trembling, he never looked at Verlie. His fear had nothing to do with killing an innocent girl, she saw, and she glared at him with terrified contempt. Still, if he didn't look at her, he couldn't see she had cut halfway through her bonds. Verlie hoped he maintained that unthinking dismissal of her even as he swallowed, shifting both his stance and his grip on the ornate dagger he held.

A circle appeared in the air above them, a sphere of shining energy. The priests chanted, their sonorous words filling the room, and the sphere went from gray to green to red to black. From there it went to a non-color, and the prince gaped at it in amazement while Verlie squealed and hurried, nicking her own fingers in her haste. The wounds hurt but the blood helped, greasing the rope even as it threatened to make her drop her knife.

A wind was blowing, whirling into the circle with a strange roaring sound. The fire dragons darted back, leaving the circle in shadow, and Verlie realized that there was something looking through that gateway, assessing them all. The prince sensed it too, and she saw his eyes widen even farther. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The presence looked through the gate, assessing, deciding whether to cross. Verlie felt its attentions shifting, focusing... and suddenly she knew it was looking at her, bare and helpless on the alter. It saw her and wanted her, and she hacked through the last bits of rope as it appeared, huge and shadowy, not yet taking any distinct shape.

"Now!" the king shouted. "Kill her now!"

The prince started, gasping, and raised his knife. His arms trembled as he brought it up over his head. At the same tome, Verlie broke through her last bonds and sat upright, thrusting her tiny blade deep into his arm. The prince shrieked, dropping his knife and falling backward off the dais. Still bound at the feet, Verlie yanked out her gag and looked up... straight into dark red eyes. She yelped and dropped back against the altar, hands raised in surrender.

The Olden One landed on the altar, bracing itself atop her, a beast formed of smoke and lightning, staring downward. She felt its emotions, its interest and its curiosity. Its eyes stared into hers, and she blushed as it slowly looked down the length of her body and then back up again. It purred, bent its head, and licked her from her navel up across her abs and along her neck. Verlie couldn't see its tongue, but she could feel it and squealed, frightened, cold, and somehow hot at the same time.

What had the king said? Name it.

"Hey you," she managed, barely able to speak at all, she was so frightened. She swallowed, trying to get her tongue untied enough to ask its name, and it breathed warm air on her.

Heyou, it repeated softly, the sound echoing in her mind. Had she just named it? she wondered, and suddenly became aware that there was shouting. Startled, she looked away from the beast to see that the priests were backing away in terror, the soldiers moving in with real fright in their eyes, but still determined.

"Kill the girl!" the king bellowed, even as he ran up the corridor and away from them all. "Send it back, now!" The prince sat at the base of the altar, staring up at her in shock. "Help me," she begged the Olden One. "Please!"

The Olden One ducked its head, nuzzling her again, and then it rose up, roaring. Verlie could suddenly feel its hate as it focused on the men, and half of them backed away... which didn't do any good. Something like an arm lashed out, and a wave of destruction rippled from the altar, blowing into soldiers and priests alike and tearing then apart. Fire dragons dove to try and protect their masters but were obliterated as well, flashing for a moment and then vanishing. Everything inside the chamber vanished except the altar, and Verlie screamed, terrified.

The arm came around her, lifting her up against something warm. She felt it move, and abruptly they were flying, sweeping across the room and out the way she had come, arching up the passageway. At the top, the king ran away, bellowing for help as the cart horses screamed and reared. Heyou growled, but the king had reached what looked like a short, slim man with a bald head and unblinking eyes. The king's Olden One looked at Verlie and Heyou unwavering, and it was Heyou that flinched back, turning away.

The creature holding Verlie blew out the corridor through which she had been carted into the castle, making the stone passage suddenly fifty feet high. He swooped outside through the gap, and Verlie felt the cold bite into her as he struggled for altitude, lifting them both up over the castle walls, and headed toward the dawn. Verlie screamed, freezing and terrified, until black smoke wrapped around her, warming her, and then she fainted, unable to deal with any more. The Olden One looked down at her in concern, but she was still breathing. Heady with her scent and his freedom, Heyou flew on.

The End. For now...

#16 Posted by Nordok (1284 posts) - - Show Bio

Great twist ending! Love it! =D

#17 Posted by Zauberin (4431 posts) - - Show Bio


#18 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio


The Olden Ones are watching.

#19 Posted by Chevaliere (1007 posts) - - Show Bio
@Naamah_Obyzouth: Well that's just plain freaky. Now I'm scared to know if I should be cheering or not.
#20 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio


No worries <3

I was trying to be creepy.

#21 Posted by Surkit (11663 posts) - - Show Bio

@Naamah_Obyzouth said:


The Olden Ones are watching.

Oh lord, tentacles

#22 Posted by Naamah_Obyzouth (4750 posts) - - Show Bio


O' Lord, Tentacles!

Please be kind when you devour me O' Lord.

O' vast Lord, of never ending darkness.

O' mighty devourer of countless worlds.

O' beaked one of the deepest cosmic pool's of horror's unknown.

May Ye watch us all O' Lord with Billions of hungry eyes.

Amen! - Head Priest of the Gun Thorg Uni cult.