Shadows on the Ceiling

Shadows on the Ceiling

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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A village at the bottom of the mountain is held captive by a powerful, ancient being. A sacrifice is expected in order to ensure the towns peoples safety.

Summary

A village at the bottom of the mountain is held captive by a powerful, ancient being. A sacrifice is expected in order to ensure the towns peoples safety.

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Submitted: June 22, 2016

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Emily took a deep breath and tried to still her shaking hands.

“Show no fear.” That’s what they had said. Fear was weakness and Luther would reject anything too weak. It had been months since she had been handpicked from the crowd.  After several decades the village had it down to a science:

Once every five years Luther would saunter down from the castle up on the mountain and the townspeople would gather to see him. –Not that they ever got a good look.-

After a short speech from the elders of the town, Luther would lean in and whisper to one of them. Sometimes the chosen female was pulled from the crowd right there-other times the elders waited until the end of the day to collect them from their home.

After several months of preparation they were ‘transitioned’ from the village and into Luthers castle. Those who left were never seen again.

There horrific accounts of what happened the couple times that the village had refused. However, the only people alive that had lived through those attacks were the town elders. Most of the town seemed to agree that their accounts were factual-still there were a few people who claimed that the elders were lying in order to keep the villagers in line.

Emily had always believed the stories, but had never thought that she would be one of the chosen.

She lifted her green eyes from her lap to look across the carriage to look at her escort. Stephen.

He was watching her with sadness in his deep, brown eyes. His hair and beard had been cut and cleaned since she had seen him the night before at dinner. All the elders must have cleaned themselves up while she was being prepared for her departure. Over the last few weeks they had made sure that she knew Luther would only accept her best. The last few months had been filled with etiquette lessons, posture training-they had even observed her for several nights in a row to make sure that she did not have any ‘unsightly sleeping habits.’

She had been woken up that morning long before the sun was in the sky  to get her ready for the day. They had started by washing her long blonde hair and letting it flow down around her body with flowers in it.

Emily had never worn such a tight corset or such an extravagant gown before.  Purple and silk.

She had never even had the chance to feel silk against her skin until that morning. There were talks amongst the women who dressed her about how it wasn’t the ‘proper fashion’; they discussed getting a large skirt or even putting a petty coat under the gown. However, Stephen quickly killed that discussion with mere mention that Luther had sent the gown himself.

Her ample chest rose and fell with each shaky breath as they entered the gates to the castle. No one was there to greet them.

She leaned out the window slightly trying to get a good look at the gate-no one was there to operate them yet they closed behind the carriage.

“Sit back. Relax.” Stephen assured her as the carriage stopped.

He stepped from the carriage and turned to look back her.

 “Please know we appreciate your cooperation.” He said in a hushed tone. 


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