Stories From GhostlyWorks

Part 2 - The Brood    Isczarc 18, 2E1177 (7T) (15:01)       Limping a little, he trudged deeper into the pitch black large hollow. Ground was slippery and sloped steep downwards now, sinking even more into the ground. He half slid / half walked down, as careful as it gets, with the support of his sword, Breeze.       The torchlight couldn't reach the top, or the sides of the hollow. He couldn't perceive much. He knew there were absolute motherload of those damn critters, crawling in the dark, on the ceiling. He could hear them, he could see the glint in their eyes, the ones with the red colour. He was relieved that none of them jumped on him, yet. Still, he continued looking around, drawing circles on his feet, swinging the torch, paranoid.       Ground was full of broken nests and hatched egg shells, web and goo... Ugh! Smelled even worse here, and the heat increased, making him sweat under all the cotton and his scarf.       Pillars of earth rose from the ground

Part 1 - Into The Hollow    Isczarc 18, 2E1177 (7T) (14:39)       A muffled footstep landed on the snow with a mild crunch. The adolescent boy was wearing a scarf that covered his face and nose. He was coated with black cotton clothes, and the steel sword hanging on his belt’s left hand side was emitting faded icy vapors.       The brood must be in there.   thought the boy, breathing out hot steam from his lungs. He was moving in closer to a wide tree hollow sunken into the earth.        It wasn’t a blizzard like the day before, luckily, but the mild snowfall still made his day worse. He stood crouched beside a spruce tree which was rather large, compared to its neighbors. It was only a couple of hours after noon, or perhaps not, he couldn’t tell the time under the gray sky, blurred with snow, and the treetops that blocked the view. Nor that he cared.       Silky, dry spiderwebs were dusted with snow. Webs were on tree branches, on the floor, on the tree root etched dirt