Darkness Ascending

DO NOT POST HERE!!!!This is a story I'm working on (obviously) and it has no title (yet) For now I will call it "Darkness Ascending" just cuz that sounds cool. Please don't post here and only post in the Feedback Thread I will post more whenever I write a new part!



PROLOGUE



PROLOGUE


I was running; running for my life. The only thing I could hear was the sound of twigs snapping as I stepped on them and my heartbeat, fast and loud. Everything was a blur. The scratches on my face, arms, and legs didn’t matter. All that mattered was escaping. If I slowed down for even a second, it would all be over. I would be too late. The Darkness would come, and it would bring the End with it.
I didn’t have to turn around to know It was still there, chasing me. It was much faster than any human, and would normally capture anybody it was chasing, but I wasn’t just any human. I could feel its presence, as much as I could feel the scratches on my arms, the bruises on my face, and the pain in my heart.
How could he betray me? He was the only person I had ever trusted! A tear trickled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. This is no time for emotions. I pushed myself. My adrenaline was rushing. I jumped over a fallen tree, dodged a particularly low branch. It was too late for regrets. I had told him. He had betrayed me. I will never trust anybody again, I silently swore to myself.
At that brief moment, I hesitated. That was all It needed to catch up to me. I felt It’s claw scrape my arm, leaving a large, deep wound. Blood was everywhere. There was no point in struggling. Shocked, I just gaped at It. It was not what I was expecting; they must have made a few modifications since the last time I saw It. Suddenly, It disappeared in a puff of pitch black smoke, causing me to cough and gasp as the vile air entered my lungs.
All that remained to show It had been there was a strange doll, which stared silently with its unblinking glass eyes. I realized the doll looked exactly like me.
A second later, what seemed like a thousand dolls appeared. The army of dolls seemed endless. Some were ripped or falling apart, but all of them were staring directly at me. They looked familiar, and I had an odd feeling that I had seen them somewhere before. I noticed that the doll that looked like me was in the front, and it had its lips curved upward in a sinister smile.
But it hadn't been smiling before.
There was maniacal laughter in the in the distance, and I felt an acute pain on the back of my head. Then everything went black.

 

Bump so more people will read it!
I will write more tomorrow if I have a chance!
I've got a few good ideas and surprises planned
And I'll probably surprise myself! lol

 

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Chapter 1
The Darkness

I opened my eyes. Nothing was different. Everything was still black. I wondered if my eyes were really open. I wondered if I had eyes.
I wondered if I was dead.
There was a huge weight on me. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I couldn’t remember anything.
The weight was my body.
Or was it my mind?
I couldn't tell.
I couldn't remember anything.
I was trapped; trapped in my mind.
I was helpless; a victim of whatever evil creature had trapped me there.
Air wasn't coming into my lungs.
Air! I need air! I remembered, forcing myself to take long, painful, shuddering breaths of the damp, foul air.
How long had I been here?
As soon as air entered my body, it rushed out of my lungs and I heard a piercing scream of pain.
Oh, that poor screaming girl, I thought.
It wasn't until I felt the throbbing pain on the back of my head that I realized, the girl was me.
My fingers began to tingle.
Are those my fingers? Maybe they're my toes.
Do I have fingers and toes?
At least I know I have a head.
I conceived that the tingling was movement.
Yes, I have fingers, and I'm moving them. I confirmed in my mind.
All I could do was think.
I would've probably made a major discovery about philosophy, or the meaning of life, or how to create world peace, if my thoughts hadn't been rudely interrupted.
"She's awake," growled a gruff voice. Vaguely, I realized I was hearing, and I had ears. I've been awake for hours! How come he just noticed?
Was I really awake for hours? Maybe it was just a few seconds. What's the difference between hours and seconds? What is time?
If I make it out of this alive, I am definitely going to be a philosopher when I grow up.
With all these thoughts racing through my head, I barely noticed when the voice continued.
"Oh, do you have a headache?" asked the voice mockingly. "Don't worry. Where you're going, that won't matter.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked bravely, surprised by the sound of my own voice. My voice was rough and dry, and my throat ached at the feeble attempt to speak. My mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert.
What's the Sahara Desert?
"WATER! I NEED WATER!"
Did I say that aloud?
"Oh no! The princess needs water! Whatever will we do?" The mocking voice was getting on my nerves.
"ENOUGH!" shouted a mysterious voice. She sounded like a girl. "Give her some water. We don't want her to die of thirst. We need her alive."
My mind was able to match that voice to a name… "Aoife!"
Darkness. I was used to darkness, do the memory seemed exactly the same as what was happening to me. And then, there was laughter. The laughter sounded cruel, as if whoever was laughing was being amused by somebody’s suffering. There was something in my mind; a dark presence that prevented me from seeing the memory. I could tell that whatever I was remembering had images to go with it, but the thing in my mind wouldn’t let me see... I was almost grateful that I couldn’t remember what I saw when I heard the screaming… Oh, the terrible screaming… I would never forget the anguish, pain, and defeat in those screams... But one thing was clear… I had met Aoife before... A long time ago...
Then, my mind came back to the present.
I needed to know what was going on.... I struggled to open my eyes, and finally, they opened.
As I had thought, I was in a cave. The cave was dark, and there was a terrible smell in the air... I couldn't believe this air was in my lungs, keeping me alive. It smelled as if something... or somebody... had died in the cave. I wouldn't be surprised if my captors had murdered somebody in here. From what Aoife said, I predicted that they probably wouldn't kill me.... yet.
Grumbling, the man -Yes, it was a man- Left, his footsteps leaving a loud echo. A minute later, he came back with a cup of water.
Weakly, I struggled to sit up and realized that I was already sitting up, but I also couldn’t move because of the manacles, which were so small I wondered how they had managed to put them on my wrists, that held me to the wall. I was sure the manacles would leave bright red marks on my wrists, which would hurt for weeks afterwards. The man gruffly dumped the water into my dry mouth. The water was dirty, and tasted rotten, but I was too thirsty to care.
The aching in my head was too much to bear for any longer, so I tried to get into a comfortable position, which was hard since I was bound so tightly to the cave wall, and slowly drifted into sleep. I was attacked by nightmares of secrets… so many secrets… and a huge web, a web of lies, where a spider wrapped me in silk and prepared to eat me. My screaming and whimpering must have been annoying, because Aoife or the man or SOMEBODY kicked me, which somehow stopped my nightmares, and I was in a deep, dark sleep…. I was getting used to darkness.

 

_______________Chapter 2
Somebody Woke Up On the Wrong Side of the Bed Today!
Did I Say Bed? I Meant Sack.

___I awoke with a cramp in my neck, my legs, my arms… pretty much my entire body. Sleeping while chained to a damp cave wall is extremely uncomfortable. If you can ever avoid it… actually, never mind. You’ll probably never wind up in a crazy situation like this.
___And that was when the world tilted.
___I opened my eyes to see what was going on… And do you know what I saw?
___Darkness. AGAIN! Something deep within me shouted for light… warmth... safety… and… power? Why in the world would light give me power?
___A million questions raced through my head, but I decided before I tried to find out some unimportant little details, like who I was, I needed to find out why the world was tilting. The voice in my head told me to use my senses.
___Wait a second… there is something wrong with that sentence.
___“Use my senses”? That sounds normal. “Told me to”? Nobody tells me what to do. I don’t know much about who I am, but that is one thing that I’m sure of. But there’s still something else that’s wrong.… Oh, ya, the “voice in my head” part sounds strange. WHY IS THERE A VOICE IN MY HEAD?
___My brain calmed down, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yep, I’m insane. I’m probably in a padded room, and my delusional mind is making all this up.

___But the pain in my head, the power I felt, and the importance of my mission, whatever my mission is, (because when somebody is in a crazy situation like this, they always have a mission, and as weird as I seem to be, I don’t think that whoever is in charge of making insane things happen to people is going to bend the rules for me) all told me that this was all too real. That my life was probably at stake. That maybe, if I was very unlucky, the fate of the world was at stake. And five seconds later, I scolded myself for thinking I was so important that the fate of the world depended on me… until I realized that the voice in my head had added that part.
___So that brings another question to my mind. Why was, according to the voice in my head, the fate of the world in my hands?
___Will I ever get used to saying “the voice in my head”? Probably not. Will I ever be a normal kid going to school and... I just can’t finish that sentence. It’s just too crazy. I couldn’t help but laugh at how crazy that was. Normal? School? Those were two of the strangest things in the universe to me.
___So, since I had nothing better to do, I listened to the voice in my head, and began by focusing on my sense of smell. I smelled… some sort of animal. A horse or a donkey or something like that. And, of course, with horses or donkeys or whatever animals were outside my prison… Wait a second. What was I imprisoned in? A box? A sack? For a moment, I focused on my sense of touch and felt the course material around my small prison. It was a sack. How original. Tie me up and put me in a sack. Where’s the duct tape over my mouth? Or maybe they would have used a handkerchief as a gag. I thought sarcastically.
___So, as I was saying, where there are donkeys or horses or any animals at all, there is usually crap. I’m sorry for my language, children, but “poop” would have sounded idiotic. And if you need proof and are too lazy to change the sentence in your mind to see just how idiotic “poop” would’ve sounded, I will rewrite it for you. So, as I was saying, where there are donkeys or horses or any animal at all, there is usually poop.
___Now, may I continue the story? If not, TOO BAD, ‘cause I’m continuing it.
___Note to self: I am cranky in the mornings. Especially when some evil people put me in a sack and I don’t know where I am, or more importantly, who I am.
___After carefully storing this information about me into my brain, I decided I was sick of smelling the vile odor, and focused on my hearing.
___I heard voices and I also heard a bumping noise, like… like… like wheels on gravel!
___Of course! The world wasn’t tilting! I was just in a wagon or caravan or whatever it was!
But then I listened to the voices. The sack muffled the sounds, and I could only hear a few words.
___“…soon…. Darkness….”
___“…prepare… end…”
___“…daughter… power… stop…”
___This left me with more questions than answers.
___Suddenly, the vehicle stopped, and somebody picked up the sack, and carried me out of the vehicle, carelessly dropping me on the floor. Ya, thanks for being so careful, it’s not like I could have hit a big rock and gotten a serious injury! I thought, and I felt his eyes on me. No, not literally on me. I meant he was staring at me! I’m the type of person that knows when she is being stared at, probably because I was a freak. Think about it, only a freak can get herself into such a strange situation! But why was he staring at me? And that was when I realized that I had somehow sent the thought into his mind.