Stone floors and walls are all you notice initially. A few candles are dotted around he room, for light. Then at the end of the gargantuan room you notice it. A large throne like chair made of thorns, sits atop a mountain of stairs, to create a very imposing atmosphere in the room. Upon the throne sits a man; Small in stature, with black hair, tiny green eyes and dark clothing,
“Come closer…” a raspy voice says through the darkness. You nervously step forward and you hear your friends footsteps follow suit.
“I am so thankful you made your way to see me. I know it has been a long journey. I am Vladimir Sartini and I thought your performance in the hotel last week was magnificent – Best of all, you have no idea what you’ve done!”
The wind is howling outside, and making the windows shake. The castle suddenly feels incredibly vulnerable.
“What do you mean? It was just a book…A story that you wrote! We all know that”, you shout over the wind. You begin to realize how cold it is… You can see your breath, and notice how rapidly you are breathing.
“Ah yes, it’s just a story. But what you may not realize, is that all stories must come from some truth, and tonight we must finish the job that you started. The spirits have unfinished business on earth and we must release them to finish their bidding!” Sartini is now screaming over the wind.
“Now the real fun can begin… I must finish what you started…”
As the words leave his lips, he raises his hands to the sky and begins chanting some sort of spell. As he does this, a small blue swirl begins forming in the ceiling. Spinning faster and faster. You can hear voices coming from the vortex in the ceiling…
You rush over to Mr Sartini and knock him over on to the floor, trying to stop the odd happenings.
“It’s too late…What is done, is done. We must all face the consequences now…” Sartini begins laughing. Slowly at first, until he is just manically laughing on the floor in a quaking heap…
Enter the Throne Room.
