Another Monday Morning
You bow your head low until your forhead almost touches the ground. You feel your arms and legs tremble. You try to focus on the dirt of the floor and the breath of the Zebra at your side. It briefly occurs to you that the kidnapped often form a bond with their captors, perhaps that is what keeps to at the steeds side, or perhaps it is that fear that must be headed that keeps you breathing. You breath and wait.
After what seems to be and eternity you hear a voice; a voice that takes up every space of the vast cavern until there is nothing more than it. You feel lost in its immensity.
"Do not look up, do not approach further, do not utter a sound in my presense."
You feel the steed at your side and realize you hear nothing. Not even the sighs of its warm respiration. You feel a heat behind you, and eminating heat.
"The sleeper has awoken." You hear the voice boom, "It will not invade my domain!"
Then you feel as if the eyes of a thousand people are watching you as you kneel on the floor.
"Will you brethren, defend this place, Choose!!!"
You feel as if you are being asked to commit to something.
After what seems to be and eternity you hear a voice; a voice that takes up every space of the vast cavern until there is nothing more than it. You feel lost in its immensity.
"Do not look up, do not approach further, do not utter a sound in my presense."
You feel the steed at your side and realize you hear nothing. Not even the sighs of its warm respiration. You feel a heat behind you, and eminating heat.
"The sleeper has awoken." You hear the voice boom, "It will not invade my domain!"
Then you feel as if the eyes of a thousand people are watching you as you kneel on the floor.
"Will you brethren, defend this place, Choose!!!"
You feel as if you are being asked to commit to something.