"And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many."
Drip? Drip? Drip?
The water droplets descended from the cavern?s teeth echoing out ethereally for several seconds before finally another droplet had taken its place; a constant flow of dripping echoes?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
But what was this water hitting to make such a noise? This cavern had no floor or walls ? but merely a long expanding ceiling with various stalactites drooling the drips, constantly?
So what was the water hitting?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
A sharp wind whistled?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
An odd star-shaped platform spun mid flight within the very middle of this enigmatic cavern; a pentagram, rotating in a slow clockwise shift, held up by a hidden sinister force that pushed from underneath it; keeping it in its immortal spin.
What was this odd platform?
Upon the very tips of each of the two solid triangles that made this podium stood five doors leading to... Nowhere.
But when one door would become unlocked? Something sinister would erupt from behind it.
But then when all of the five doors were finally opened? All hell would break loose.
Three shadowy figures stood silently within the middle of the shadowy pentagram platform and discussed something of great importance judging by the serious words that were uttered, each figure standing some distance from the other ? in a triangle formation almost themselves.
Perhaps this was a pattern?
Triangles?
?What does he want?? One of the cloaked figures uttered under her breath, a ghostly echo amongst the drips that ate up the background.
?Sister?? Another female voice, this cloaked figure twisted its hood towards the other, standing at ease and eagerly adjusting her footing every few seconds.
?How can he know?? The other replied, watching the apparent nervous shifts while she stood quite still?
However, one of them remained silent and, unmoving.
?Sister,? She mumbled back.
?The jacket restrains her! It prevents any outside forces from entering or getting out!?
?Sister!? The cloaked woman that constantly spoke that one word raised her voice noisily, moving threateningly towards the other.
But still! One of them remained silent despite the growing hostility?
?It?s impossible!? They were dangerously close to each other.
?Sister!?
?Impossible!?
?Sister!?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
Another sharp wind.
?That man? I remember him.? Finally, the silent one spoke up.
The other two turned from their heated argument, shutting up as the other spoke. As if her words meant every bit of their attention.
?? Legion,? A dark chuckle, ?Such a poetic little man, isn?t he??
?But what are we to do??
?Hmmm, Sister??
"There is one thing he's mistakenly taken into account.?
?What is that??
The more silent figure turned her back to the others and slowly, moved her way towards the edge of platform, staring down into the abyss below.
Another sharp wind?
The hood fell back from her skull ? the sleeves lifted from back from her hands and the cloak rippled enough from the ground to reveal the skeletal feet. The right hand of Renna the Betrayer, the true Queen of Shadows was covered in something thick... And metal.
?I control them. They are mine. There is no Legion. There can be only me!?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
The water droplets descended from the cavern?s teeth echoing out ethereally for several seconds before finally another droplet had taken its place; a constant flow of dripping echoes?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
But what was this water hitting to make such a noise? This cavern had no floor or walls ? but merely a long expanding ceiling with various stalactites drooling the drips, constantly?
So what was the water hitting?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
A sharp wind whistled?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
An odd star-shaped platform spun mid flight within the very middle of this enigmatic cavern; a pentagram, rotating in a slow clockwise shift, held up by a hidden sinister force that pushed from underneath it; keeping it in its immortal spin.
What was this odd platform?
Upon the very tips of each of the two solid triangles that made this podium stood five doors leading to... Nowhere.
But when one door would become unlocked? Something sinister would erupt from behind it.
But then when all of the five doors were finally opened? All hell would break loose.
Three shadowy figures stood silently within the middle of the shadowy pentagram platform and discussed something of great importance judging by the serious words that were uttered, each figure standing some distance from the other ? in a triangle formation almost themselves.
Perhaps this was a pattern?
Triangles?
?What does he want?? One of the cloaked figures uttered under her breath, a ghostly echo amongst the drips that ate up the background.
?Sister?? Another female voice, this cloaked figure twisted its hood towards the other, standing at ease and eagerly adjusting her footing every few seconds.
?How can he know?? The other replied, watching the apparent nervous shifts while she stood quite still?
However, one of them remained silent and, unmoving.
?Sister,? She mumbled back.
?The jacket restrains her! It prevents any outside forces from entering or getting out!?
?Sister!? The cloaked woman that constantly spoke that one word raised her voice noisily, moving threateningly towards the other.
But still! One of them remained silent despite the growing hostility?
?It?s impossible!? They were dangerously close to each other.
?Sister!?
?Impossible!?
?Sister!?
Drip? Drip? Drip?
Another sharp wind.
?That man? I remember him.? Finally, the silent one spoke up.
The other two turned from their heated argument, shutting up as the other spoke. As if her words meant every bit of their attention.
?? Legion,? A dark chuckle, ?Such a poetic little man, isn?t he??
?But what are we to do??
?Hmmm, Sister??
"There is one thing he's mistakenly taken into account.?
?What is that??
The more silent figure turned her back to the others and slowly, moved her way towards the edge of platform, staring down into the abyss below.
Another sharp wind?
The hood fell back from her skull ? the sleeves lifted from back from her hands and the cloak rippled enough from the ground to reveal the skeletal feet. The right hand of Renna the Betrayer, the true Queen of Shadows was covered in something thick... And metal.
?I control them. They are mine. There is no Legion. There can be only me!?