Hmmm...
Aimira held out her hand and created a ball of light at the tip of her fingers, lighting up the room enough for her to make out shapes in the distance.
Dust particles floated around her orb of light showing how old and unused this room truly was. A thick layer of grime coated everything within the room, even the floor. It was so thick she could even see her footprints behind her. A musty smell invaded her nostrils, making her want to sneeze but held it in.
There were twelve pillars spread across the hall holding up the the ceiling, all covered with a thick layer of dust making it hard to tell what they were made from. A large stone coffin stood alone in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture threw out the whole tomb. It was incredibly empty and felt hollow.
Weren't tombs suppose to be filled of treasures that the buried person had accumulated over their life time? Even if that someone didnt have much, there still had to be something for them to take with them to the other side.
This room was completely empty, too empty. Who would go as far as building a tomb and not leaving that someone as so much as a few copper coins for the afterlife?
It didnt seem to add up.
How disappointing.. She had really hoped for something alittle more interesting. Where was the challenge? Shouldn't there at least be some kind of beast she had to defeat? She wanted a fight! The only odd thing she could find would be what ever was inside the stone coffin.
All of the adventure books she read said that their should at LEAST be a beast keeping guard, or at a few traps. How dare they lie to her!
Instead, all she found was a bunch of dust and empty space.
She slowly walked into the tomb, still on high alert in case of any sudden threats. The room was an erire silence, the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own steps as she walked toward the coffin in the middle of the room.
The light she was generating at the tip of her fingers made her shadow dance across the marble walls behind her. She felt a cold chill travel down her spine as she got closer, making her heart flutter with anticipation.
A thick layer of dust and grime incased the coffin. It appeared as if it had been here for centuries without the slightest sign of human interaction. What ever was inside couldn't be alive after being locked up for so long. She must be confusing what sounded like a heart beat with something else.. Nothing could live so long without food, water, or even oxygen!
Small symbols were carved across the border of the coffin in a foreign language she wasn't familiar with. The symbols looked very similar to the writing in some of her older spell books, but wasn't a close enough match to be able to read. The words were similar, but she couldn't make out what it said exactly.
There was one symbol that looked like the word 'demon' in her language, and another that looked like 'bounded'. If something was bound here. then maybe its a sealing spell, or a some kind a barrier? Why would someone go to the effort of sealing a bunch of useless bones in the first place?
From everything she had seen and gathered, things were clearly not as simple as they seemed. What ever was in that coffin was most likely sealed in when it was still alive. The magician that made this tomb put in alot of effort to trap what ever was inside. What a cruel fate.
Her heart went out to the pitiful bones in the coffin. She was no stranger to imprisonment, so she felt she could understand what it might of gone threw. At least she had enough freedom to roam her tower, and had plenty of books to keep her occupied. This poor creature died with nothing else but the view of the coffins lid. She would of lost her mind in a situation like that.
"How scared you must of been... In your next life, I hope you are reborn as a bird, and fly as free as your heart desire." A sad expression come over her pretty face, and her big almond shaped eyes filled with pity.
She gently glided her hand over the coffins lid, brushing off a thick layer of dust as it went. After split a second, a sudden sharp pain traveled up threw her arm and into her shoulder, catching her by suprise. He body jurked back from the sudden pain and she subconsciously took a few steps back.
A brief moment of panic made her mind clouded, and all she could focus on was the almost overwhelming pain she felt in her arm.
Ouch! It really hurt! It felt like a million little ants crawled their way under her skin and started to ruthlessly naw at her flesh and bones.
Her face soured and she clenched her jaw in frustration. Just as she was about to cast a protective spell on her self, the pain suddenly vanished as if it never happened at all.
Confusion was showing vividly in her eyes as she looked down at her now comfortable feeling arm. Her concerned thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a strange noise.
She heard a soft scratching noise coming from within the coffin, like something trying to claw it's way out. The scratching gradually turned louder and then to intense pounding. Whatever was inside was hitting the lid of the coffin with force. With each hard hit the lid took, cracks would appear and spread out over the lid.
Finally, when the lid could no longer handle such abuse, large bits of marble flew from the coffin. A large cloud of dust flew into the air from the burst, burning her eyes from the sudden invasion.
She once again too several steps back, this time for defense. Once she was an appropriate distance away, she put both hands infront of her in fighting stance. She drew magic into the palms of her hands, ready to strike at any second.
What in the heavens name was going on? Even if there was something inside, there's no way it could be still alive after being locked up for all these years!
If it didnt starveor suffocate to death, at least old age would of took care of it! How was it possible for it be alive? Was it this strange place of magic that kept it alive all this time? The pulse she felt earlier must of truly been from this monster after all. After all that she's seen, there's no mistaking it any longer!
With one last punch from the unknown source, the entirety of the coffins lid was shattered. The heavy marble material was completely destroyed and blown away like it was sand. Dust stired up again, but the faint silhouette of a person sitting up could be vaguely seen threw it.
When the dust finally did settled, she saw something that even years later she could hardly believe was true.