Post by Darknezz on May 6, 2009 2:19:47 GMT -5
I started to think of the way different people perceived events differently, such as the way rain can depress people while making others happy. And then I thought of taking that to the extreme, showing drastically different views of the same scenario. I hope you like it.
Reyk stepped through the doorway first, with Mel following close behind, not that he payed much attention. The small chamber they had come from seemed even smaller now that they were in this huge chamber. The ceiling must have been two stories high! The throne room, at last.
The room was bathed in a golden light that shone from nowhere, giving a tint of yellow to the otherwise pristine white marble. And there it was, in the middle of rising, concentric circles. The glorious, wide, gold throne.
"Well, well, well, this is quite a site!" Mel had no clue that Reyk's ancestors had built this. It was Reyk's now.
Reyk moved to the throne, ran his fingers along the intricate carvings on the arm rests as he circled it. When he had made a complete circle, he sat upon his birthright and gave out a scream of triumph, with a sharp feeling of victory running through him has he sat back. Rubies he hadn't noticed before now lined the throne.
Reyk pushed his way past Mel into the next chamber. Why was he in such a hurry? This castle was ancient, he couldn't possibly hope to find treasure.
Mel stepped into the great chamber, the smell of mildew almost overpowered him. The ceiling was far too high, the marble was cracked, and the only thing of note was the throne-like chair in the middle of the room. Reyk was already inspecting it; Mel suspected his partner of having gone mad during the four months it took to find this place, and this nearly confirmed it.
The throne was covered with small spikes. What's the point of that? Reyk has made a circle around the throne, and began to sit. "No, wait, what're you" and he was drowned out by the scream of pain that erupted from his partner. Despite this, Reyk sunk back onto the rest of the chair, the spikes digging into him, his blood running across the chair. His eyes went wide and the glow of life went dim.
Reyk stepped through the doorway first, with Mel following close behind, not that he payed much attention. The small chamber they had come from seemed even smaller now that they were in this huge chamber. The ceiling must have been two stories high! The throne room, at last.
The room was bathed in a golden light that shone from nowhere, giving a tint of yellow to the otherwise pristine white marble. And there it was, in the middle of rising, concentric circles. The glorious, wide, gold throne.
"Well, well, well, this is quite a site!" Mel had no clue that Reyk's ancestors had built this. It was Reyk's now.
Reyk moved to the throne, ran his fingers along the intricate carvings on the arm rests as he circled it. When he had made a complete circle, he sat upon his birthright and gave out a scream of triumph, with a sharp feeling of victory running through him has he sat back. Rubies he hadn't noticed before now lined the throne.
Reyk pushed his way past Mel into the next chamber. Why was he in such a hurry? This castle was ancient, he couldn't possibly hope to find treasure.
Mel stepped into the great chamber, the smell of mildew almost overpowered him. The ceiling was far too high, the marble was cracked, and the only thing of note was the throne-like chair in the middle of the room. Reyk was already inspecting it; Mel suspected his partner of having gone mad during the four months it took to find this place, and this nearly confirmed it.
The throne was covered with small spikes. What's the point of that? Reyk has made a circle around the throne, and began to sit. "No, wait, what're you" and he was drowned out by the scream of pain that erupted from his partner. Despite this, Reyk sunk back onto the rest of the chair, the spikes digging into him, his blood running across the chair. His eyes went wide and the glow of life went dim.
