The Elder Trilogy · 1:18am
A grand adventure based on Celtic mythology. Our protagonist, Ina Gconai, travels with the mysterious goddess of death Morgan, in an adventure to create an Ideal civilization that will live and prosper when the elders, all powerful beings hailed as gods that could conquer the world in four days using only the touch of their aura, return. And they are the ones who will incite the return.
here is the prologue for this trilogy, warning there is graphic content already so read at your own risk. I'll be posting the first link to the Gdocs file soon, anyone interested can use that too keep up with it. This will not be a full time project so I will finish some of my other stories before devoting all of my attention to it so don't expect me to be done with it in a few weeks.
“Go forth then, take Clarent and make it serve you. Use your aura to subdue it’s barriers and seize the blade with all of your might.” Morgan commanded with her normal three-toned voice of authority.
“Of course.” Ina replied and, without hesitation, did as she was told. The barriers were surprisingly easy to overpower and the blade itself lighter than she expected. But what came next was definitely worse than she was expecting. The pain was unimaginable. It didn’t even originate from the hilt of the blade she now held nor did it start at the hand holding it. Her entire body felt as if she was being dipped in acid and her insides were being put through a meat grinder. She barely stopped herself from dropping to her knees as hellish images started appearing around her.
“Ina Gconai, I am your father and you will listen to me! You will submit to me!” She heard ringing throughout the ruins Clarent resided within. Ina remembered that voice, she loathed it with all of her being.
“Mother!” Ina cried. She ran to her mother as blood spilled from the stab wound on her chest, her step-father holding the blade with a surprised expression.
“Ina... R-run.” The woman whispered as the man dropped the blade and began to cackle ever so slightly.
“Don’t run Ina, if you do I’ll punish you when I catch you.” Her step father giggled lowly.
The pain and nightmarish visions finally bested her and Ina lost consciousness, she was free from the pain now. But the nightmare continued in her dreamscape.
“Don’t run Ina, if you do I’ll punish you when I catch you,” Her step father giggled lowly. “And don’t worry I will catch you.” He continued, giving her a look that told her the chance of escape, slim as it was, was worth the risk. Whether she ran or not wasn’t going to stop whatever he had in mind for her, so when he stepped close she dropped to the ground as he grabbed at her and picked up the blade stained with her mother’s blood.
“Oh come now little Ina, put the dagger down, what are you going to do with it anyways?” He said, giggling by the end of it.
“If you take one more step towards me I’ll show you!” Ina growled. He responded by laughing and taking a step forwards. He found himself with a knife embedded against his collarbone and the front door swinging shut from it’s sudden opening.
“Ina Gconai, I am your father and you will listen to me! You will submit to me!” He yelled as he charged out into the dark field with the knife still embedded into his shoulder.
Ina heard the yell, like hell she was going to listen to him, but that decision was soon taken out of her hands. She was barefoot, therefore running through a field there are lots of large sharp rocks and other objects jutting from the ground at random intervals.
She fell to the ground with a yelp of pain as her heel fell upon a sharp rock, slicing half of her foot open. Her long, white hair had fallen out of it’s tail and now lay strewn around her unconscious head. Her landing had dashed her head into a much more blunt rock.
Ina was roused by the taste of blood, the sound of labored breathing and the cold of rain hitting her bare skin. When her vision cleared she saw her step-father standing over her, holding his shoulder. She shivered as the rain continued from a light sprinkle to an outright downpour in seconds, she was surprised to find the top of her gown had been torn open.
“You will submit to me,” Her stepfather said maniacally, complemented with a light cackle. “But I can’t have you screaming or struggling while I play with you, so I’ll just kill you first.” He continued to giggled as he slowly dragged the knife from his collarbone, his left arm going limp. Her eyes widened as the knife pointed straight towards her.
“Oh look, it seems even the crows know what’s happening! they want a nice little snack after I’ve had my fun!” He exclaimed as one by one, a whole murder of crows appeared on the cornstalks around. He turned his gaze from the birds back to her, and with a grin, plunged the knife right below her left breast.
“And now, you are mine.” He whispered darkly in her ear as he slowly dragged the knife from her, scraping it against her ribs to earn a scream of pain from her. His grin dropped to a frown when she didn’t make a single noise, she just clenched her teeth and hissed slightly.
“Oh well, you’ll be screaming soon.” He said as he shoved the knife back into the already oozing wound and ripped the rest of her gown off. Cold, naked and dying; Ina could only watch in horror as he made to undo his trousers. He was suddenly stopped as a crow landed on his shoulder and squawked.
The last thing Ina saw before the darkness of unconsciousness took her was a flurry of crow feathers, black eyes and a pristine looking blade sprouting from her step-father’s chest.