Theme song #46

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Celest, Jan 24, 2013.

  1. Music touches people in different ways. Many people enjoy listening to music for inspiration, and others simply listen to it to relax. Some songs tell stories while others allow you to make your own story.

    Your challenge:

    Listen to the song above then take a minute or two to think about it.

    Write out a scene to this song; make this song your scenes theme song.

    Let me know what you see when you listen to this music.
  2. The darkness in the mausoleum seethed. Life was born in the absence of light, and lingered silently until it could linger no more. With every heartbeat breaking through the blanket of nothingness, a new speck of light came into being. Bit, by bit, by bit, the hallowed tomb beneath the ancient mountains became whole again. No dusty nook remained hidden from view. No decrepit epitaph remained unread. In the shadows that formed between torch light and tentative first steps, new wonders were revealed.

    Grungni grumbled every step of his advance deeper into the mountain. He passed great statues of his ancestors, kings of kings, and all their kin. He trundled through catacombs of graves, each one dedicated to a minor, smith, or warrior who had served the court in ages long since passed. He remained ignorant of the history that surrounded him.

    "Are you still there, Arygle?" he enquired, his coarse voice snapping his companion alert.

    "Where else would I be, you old coot..." he replied, twiddling his beard with every step. "I've been behind you for nearly two days."

    "Look over there," Grungni said, ignoring his brother's bitter resentment.

    Argyle sighed, stepped forwards, and peered into the darkness. At the end of the corridor there was something moving and pulsating. It instantly set the dwarf's teeth on edge. A crescendo of noise, a drum beat within a drum beat erupted into earshot. Whatever dwelt beyond the vast stone archway that divided the here and the there was very much aware of their presence. It did not sound best pleased.

    "That is not a good sign..." said both brothers in unison. Their accent faltered beneath a torrent of fear and loathing. Though young by dwarven standards, they had travelled the surface, and explored the depths of the Below enough to know The Dark when it came crawling.

    Both their torches, which had been dancing prongs of salvation in the Abyss, went out in unison.

    A soft breath ran down armoured napes.

    "Ar...gyle?" said a meek voice.
  3. Astaroth bolt upright out of his slumber, jerked into consciousness by a horrible sensation that twisted his insides. He turned to his right, but Sophie was gone. He jumped out of the tent, electricity snapping about his body as he looked around their camp site. His insides twisted and pulled him down to one knee. He grasped at his midsection in a worthless attempt to alleviate the pain. He had no time to to kneel with this strange sensation, he had to find Sophie. Astaroth stood and closed his eyes for a moment, he couldn't feel her anymore, their elements were no longer pulling them together as they always did. That gut wrenching pain came again. Astaroth wrapped an arm around his midsection and tried to clear his head. There was something he was missing, it had to be him. He caught a light magnetism and bolted towards it without thinking. He ran for half a mile before he smelled it. He stopped dead in his tracks, his body shaking a bit. Blood. He ran even faster now, the scent growing stronger and stronger with each step, bolts of electricity arcing all over him. Sophie was not a fighter, Astaroth knew she would need him. He reached a clearing and slid to a halt, his eyes wide in disbelief as the electricity died out and ceased. "SOOPHHIIEEE NOOOOO!" His legs gave out beneath him, tears rolled down his face at the scene before him. The clearing was splattered in ice and blood. A single tree sported a beautiful, innocent looking blue haired woman, hanging upside down by her intestines. Her blood pooled the ground beneath her, her skull was pinned to the trunk of the tree by a spike, which fastened a letter through her eye socket. He got up and ran to her, shaking fiercely as he removed the spike and carefully remover her body from the tree. He held her lifeless form in his arms and wept for what must have been hours before thinking of the note. He laid her gently on the ground and picked up the spike, discarding it for the folded piece of paper it had pierced and opened it. The note read, 'Time to come home.'