Full Moon ... MoonRider OvKnyte

ONCE BITTEN … TWICE SHY

It is a cold, lonely night, as I lay shivering in the shadows of the moon. I do not understand what has happened to mebut I don’t like itI must find shelter from the brewing storm, and soonup ahead is a keepmaybe there I can find refuge.

THE AWAKENING

In the distance… the fingers of the One scratch through the fabric of Night, casting the light onto a mournful stage … with an ancient keep as a destiny to be reached by a bedraggled character seen by the audience of the shadows … and the “Old Man”… as he watches the drama unfold in the crystal sphere, while he smokes on his pipe … and sips a personal brew.

…I do not know what attacked methe gentle rain that wakened mewith it’s pitter patter nudgesleft no visions in its puddlesnor could I hear a message in the howling windthat I could distinguishother than a strange laughter

my mind seems to be sinking to my feetlike sand in an hour glass …_so sick_ … like part of my soul is dying …_with a rhythm set by the pounding hammers in my head_.

feebly cleans blade of a dagger on tattered cloak

What ever it was that came at me, out of the DarKness, was very swift
I managed to gouge out one of it’s eyes, I know that for sure because it is still in my clenched handa souvenir of my strugglea reward for being luckythat being was unnatural, a creature like I have never seen.

The keep, I must force my weighted legswhich are burdening me with their lack of desire to move

In the Distance … the Fingers of the One reach down and scatters the DarKness, turning night into day … thunder roars through the sky… echoing into a future time… and becomes the sound of music … known as … HEAVY METAL

..one of the Gargoyles perched in a lonely corner atop the keep opens it’s eyes … and grins…

THE STRUGGLE

_*Hmm*_… "I see we might have a visitor Bodee… you are the wise owl… who do you think he is?”

Bodee Zaffa the Wise replies with a standard owl hoot, causing an eyebrow of the Old Man to raise in acknowledgement of the sarcastic pun… "real funny, Bodee”…
Bodee ruffles his feathers and commences to preen them…

…the Old Man, sitting in a windowless study, uses a twig to tickle the dancing flame of a lonely candle… to light his pipe… puffing away… creating rings of smoke that seem to purposely float over to irritate the owl, who is perched on the back of one of the chairs… and now takes his turn to raise an eyebrow and return a sarcastic look at the man with the twinkling hazel eyes … that are transfixed on the emerald green globe, held in the clawed hands of a tiny Gargoyle who is squatting on the oak table… covered with antiquated scrolls and books… other assorted writing utensils that a scribe would have as company … all covered in a crystalline sparkling dust…

The Old Man watches as the stranger fiddles with the dagger and with what appears to be a magicians trick, makes it disappear

…On top of the ancient keep, the grinning Gargoyle stares into the night, watching the shivering stranger slowly placing one foot in front of the other…

It has been many moons since any of the Gargoyles that call the ancient keep home have seen anything… natural

Full Moon ... MoonRider OvKnyte

Kerbachard

Memphis, United States

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Chronicles of MoonRider OvKnyte-The Beginning

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