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Subscribe to Recent Posts Miro << blog << A conversation with Elijah - Part One

A conversation with Elijah - Part One

Posted on July 27, 2008 @ 02:26AM

I have no idea what length of time I have been locked in this cell. I have been abducted by the Hall of Shadows who seem to think I am their priestess. There is only dim light, and my eyes have become more and more accustomed to the dark.

Today my waiting ended, and I finally got some explanation to my predicament. The outline of a tall figure entered my cell. He appeared to be male and was wearing a long cloak with a hood. He sat down in one of the two chairs in the room.

“I trust you are comfortable,” came his voice, which seemed to be muffled by something.
I actually was, the bed and chairs were well padded, besides the waiting and the dark, I was thankful that I was comfortable.
So I told him I was.
“That is most good,” he said. “I know this must be very jarring, and maybe a little frightening for you, but I would feel inconsolably guilty if you were experiencing physical discomfort.”
“Who are you?” I stammered.
“I am Elijah Cruise,” he replied. “I am the Regent-Priest of the Hall of Shadows.” I noticed that it was getting lighter in the room. A sphere floating above us was emitting a dim glow.


“Why have you abducted me?” I asked.
“You are Miro Yukimura,” he responds. “Our priestess.”
“That’s impossible!” I yelled. “I’d never even heard of you before I came to Tosadae.”
“Please calm down,” he said, somewhat meekly. “I won’t speak to you if you yell.”
I glared at him.
“Every generation a priestess is born to us,” He said. “This generation it is you.”
“How can it be?” I asked. “How do you know it is me?” The light was bright enough now that I could see everything in the room. Elijah wore a dark, blood-red cloak with a hood, and I could see now why his voice was muffled. He wore a black, full face mask, with only two holes for his eyes. His eyes were a pale magenta and his gaze seemed to burn through me into my very soul as he continued to talk.

“You have had dreams, through most of your adolescence,” He said, not seeming to care if I confirmed this or not.
“Yes,” I replied quietly.
“Of our great hall,” he said again.
“Yes,” I said. “Why?”

“It is where you died,” said Elijah.

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