The sound of her foot steps echoing were the only sound. She could hear a pin drop if one ever did. The hall never changed, but once and a while she'd catch a glimpse of a window and peer through into a strange world. Twisted trees, gleaming towers. Everything could be real, but it wasn't. "Where the fuck am I?"
The hall widened slowly and emptied into a large room with a table in the middle. Food and pitchers of liquid decorated the table in a feast of elaborate proprotions. On the winds, Zef heard a voice. "He has come." A bell tolled. "A feast for the father/son, the many faced one, destroyer of gods."
The words made Zephyr shiver. She looked around and found no one that could have whispered the words. Only the table and chairs stood in the otherwise empty room. There were no shadows to hide in, no crevices on the smooth glass like walls.
The voice echoed again. "Feast mother of he who has come. Feed the babe. Feed us."
The last word slithered over her skin and Zephyr wished for a weapon but she had none. "I will not."
The hall widened slowly and emptied into a large room with a table in the middle. Food and pitchers of liquid decorated the table in a feast of elaborate proprotions. On the winds, Zef heard a voice. "He has come." A bell tolled. "A feast for the father/son, the many faced one, destroyer of gods."
The words made Zephyr shiver. She looked around and found no one that could have whispered the words. Only the table and chairs stood in the otherwise empty room. There were no shadows to hide in, no crevices on the smooth glass like walls.
The voice echoed again. "Feast mother of he who has come. Feed the babe. Feed us."
The last word slithered over her skin and Zephyr wished for a weapon but she had none. "I will not."