Lost Queen : Well, if you reeeeally want to know.
Before Cynder and I had freed the spirits from my castle, we were wondering one of the many vast halls looking for signs of the spirits; usually you hear whispers, or see faint blue spheres of smokey light. We eventually came to a dead end, in which we saw six dark spots on the ground, all in a single file line. We hadn’t yet come across black spots, but the whispers indicated that spirits were about.
We quickly heard a woman groaning, it was faint, but it drew us closer to the spots. The closure we got, the black spot closest to us started to squirm. Cynder went ahead of me, as she was the one who was skilled enough to successfully aide the spirits into passing on. But the moment she came to stand beside the dark spot, the hall began to smell of ash, and I felt my tail being tugged. It felt like the tug of a child, wanting the attention of it’s mother, so I quickly turned. But of course, I saw nothing.
I turned back to find Cynder floating in the air, her head twisted up and her mouth agape. There was a dark spot right underneath her maw, where the neck and jaw met, and I instantly recognized it as an stake execution. You see, Arkeyains and Apes alike often used to impale Kurosians on stakes by their throats, as it’s the softest parts of our bodies. It was a slow way to die, but of course the Arkeyains and Apes liked that type of execution. Cynder wasn’t impaled but by the way she hung in the air mimicked that of what I saw during Kurosia’s fall.
I quickly ran to her, but before I could get her down all six black spots shot into the air and, like Cynder, hung like caught fish. They flailed, wailed in gurgled voices, until my ears felt like they would burst. I did my best to ignore the screams to get my daughter down. The moment I touched her, I somehow opened my eyes and found myself in the kitchen, pouring Cynder a cup of tea.
She seemed just as shocked as I was to see each other, so much so I dropped the tea kettle. We were alerted to Glumshanks, who apparently had been standing just outside the kitchen, watching us.
He explained that we had been missing for well over two weeks, and he just so happened to walk into the kitchen to see the two of us sitting and speaking in Kurosian. While that is normal for me, Cynder had yet to learn our language.
We’ve never been able to re-find that hallway to cleanse it. I’m not sure if that’s the ‘creepiest’ story I have, but it’s definitely one of the most unnerving.
Weirdlanders 