The Cursed Crypts, was where shadows danced like restless spirits, an ethereal figure was bound by chains that coiled around its translucent form like serpents of iron. The spirit's presence was like a haunting melody, a mournful symphony that echoed through the chilling air, resonating with the desolation of a thousand souls.
Its eyes, pools of shimmering sorrow, glowed like distant stars trapped in the abyss of the night sky. Each tear that trickled down its spectral cheeks was like droplets of moonlight, illuminating the pain etched upon its spectral visage.
The chains that ensnared the spirit were cursed shackles forged in the depths of darkness, their malevolence palpable, as if they had been molded from the very essence of despair. They clinked and rattled like macabre wind chimes, their lamenting song a haunting reminder of the spirit's eternal imprisonment.
The crypt itself exuded an otherworldly aura, the walls etched with ancient runes that glowed like ghostly embers, carrying the secrets of a bygone era. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, as if the very stones held whispers of forgotten tragedies.
Within this cursed chamber, the spirit's anguish was a tempest of emotions, a vortex of pain that threatened to consume its spectral essence. Its tormented wails reverberated like the keening of a forlorn banshee, chilling the hearts of any who dared to venture near.
As the chains held the spirit in a spectral embrace, it was like a ghostly prisoner, forever caught in the cruel grip of an unending night. The crypts themselves seemed to be a living tomb, where time stood still and the boundaries between the mortal realm and the afterlife blurred into an eternal twilight.
In the Cursed Crypts, the bound spirit remained an enigma, a sorrowful specter whose presence lingered like a haunting melody, forever chained to the crypt's unfathomable curse.
"Help, please help, Lily..."
The spirit said with a shaking Tobe and it echoed and traveled with winds.
*BACK TO LILY AND THE PACK*
Lily heard the shaking tone and froze.
*Flashback*
*THE EVERGLEN KINGDOM"
Three days before Lily was born.
Everglen Kingdom sprawled like a verdant tapestry woven by nature's finest artisans, its borders stretching wide as an eagle's wingspan embracing the horizon. Nestled amidst rolling hills, it resembled a jewel cradled in the heart of a mystical forest, where sunlight filtered through the emerald canopy like scattered stardust, painting the ground with patches of ethereal warmth.
The kingdom's rivers flowed like silver serpents, snaking through the landscape, bringing life to the land like veins pulsing with vitality. The mountains, standing tall like ancient sentinels, guarded the realm like wise guardians, their peaks adorned with crowns of snow, glistening like diadem under the moon's watchful gaze.
Everglen's capital city, a bustling metropolis, was a vibrant mosaic of cultures and colors. Its streets, like arteries, pulsed with life, while the grand marketplace bustled like a beehive of commerce and camaraderie. Towers and spires reached for the heavens, aspiring to touch the skies like the dreams of its ambitious denizens.
The citadel, Everglen's protective heart, stood tall like a stoic giant, its fortified walls as impenetrable as a dragon's scales, warding off any threat that dared to approach. Within its confines, knowledge bloomed like a garden of wisdom, nurtured by scholars who regarded books as precious seeds of enlightenment.
The people of Everglen Kingdom were as diverse as the myriad colors of a rainbow, a harmonious symphony of unity and acceptance. They worked like a well-coordinated dance, each individual playing their part, contributing to the kingdom's melody of progress and prosperity.
Everglen was a realm where the fragrance of hope lingered in the air like a sweet perfume, where the echo of laughter resonated like a symphony of joy. Its beauty and charm were not just an illusion, but a testament to the enduring spirit of its people, creating a legacy as timeless as the stars that adorned its night sky.
Before, the people of Everglen Kingdom were as happy as an insert in a bowl of sugar. But their laughter and joy died when they heard about the tragic fate that would befall on them. Everyone in the kingdom became restless, they went to the palace to know the plans of their wise and humble king.
*KING ALISTAIR'S PALACE*
The palace stood tall and proud like a celestial castle, its towers reaching for the heavens like ancient trees yearning for the stars. The structure, a harmonious blend of marble and silver, gleamed like a moonlit river weaving through the vast landscape. Like a guardian spirit, the palace walls encircled the sprawling gardens, protecting the secrets of its enchanted blooms.
As one approached the palace gates, they were welcomed by ornate, golden doors that embraced visitors like the arms of a loving monarch. Beyond those gates, the courtyard bloomed like an enchanted garden, with fountains that sang like a chorus of nymphs, their crystalline waters dancing under the sunlight.
Inside, the grand hall stretched like an endless corridor of dreams, its high ceilings adorned with majestic chandeliers that sparkled like constellations in the night sky. Marble statues lined the hallways, immortalized figures that appeared alive, whispering stories of the kingdom's ancient past.
The throne room, the crown jewel of the palace, was a spectacle of opulence. King Alistair's majestic throne stood like a mountain peak, its cushions plush like the softest clouds, beckoning anyone who approached to feel the weight of its history and the gravity of his rule.
Throughout the palace, tapestries adorned the walls like colorful murals, recounting the epic tales of the kingdom's heroic triumphs. The scent of exotic spices and fragrant blooms lingered in the air, weaving a spell of enchantment for all who entered.
"Priest Sebastian is here, My Lord,"
A herald pronounced.
King Alistair was sitting on his regal throne, akin to a lion reigning over a lush savannah. The throne, carved from ancient oaks, rose like a towering mountain peak, its opulent cushions resembling soft, billowing clouds. As he ruled with grace and wisdom, his presence radiated like a sun casting its warm rays upon the kingdom, guiding its inhabitants like stars on a clear night sky. With a scepter of shimmering gold in hand, he commanded respect and authority, much like a conductor orchestrating a symphony of prosperity and harmony throughout the land. The crown atop his head, encrusted with gemstones, glistened like a celestial crown bestowed upon a celestial king, signifying his divine connection to Everglen's history and its people's hearts.
"I'm here, My king,"
Priest Sebastian bowed.
"Welcome, priest Sebastian,"
King Alistair responded.
To be continued....
Who is the Priest Sebastian?.....