Mt. Jule
Another scene from one of my dream projects that I can't seem to finish.
Clay stood at the top of the hill looking down across the valley below. The valley floor was covered with lush green grass. There were bushes covered in what appeared to be the reddest raspberries that Clay had ever seen. As his eyes scanned across the valley he could see where the ground turned back towards the sky. As it reached upward, the grass and bushes began to disappear and in their place was blackness. The only thing Clay had ever seen like it was obsidian rock. It had a glassy appearance that made the mountain a remarkable sight to behold.
As Clay’s eyes continued to scan upward to the sky, he could see white billowy clouds over the mountaintop. There was a single ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds as if it were the light of heaven showing this traveler to end of his quest. Though the mountain had held a glass like appearance the suns rays did not reflect off the mountain, but instead it was as if the mountain absorbed the light. Taking it in, consuming it. The mountain fed upon the light as a spider feeds upon its prey. Clay could feel the darkness, the evil that the mountain possessed. It wanted to suck the life out of the sun itself.
With every step he took moving closer and closer to the spire of darkness, Clay could feel Callos reaching out for him, wanting him, calling to him. Thought he knew that Callos was truly evil and all that he spoke was lies. Though Clay could not help but to be tempted by his words. Callos spoke of peace, beauty, and immortal life. Callos gave Clay images of his home, Clay could see the park, he could see his horse waiting for his master’s return. As hard as he tried to block the images and voice from his mind he could not. It seemed the harder he tried, the more soothing the voice became, the images became more heavenly, as Clay could see in his mind a beautiful man with arms stretched open, the voice saying “Come to me. I shall take away your pain. Come to me. I shall take you home.”
It was almost more than he could resist. He knew that if he were to turn and leave this place, then it would all stop, but he continued on. As he move across the valley floor an all-consuming scent filled Clays nostrils. He could compare it to nothing he had ever smelled before, but he knew he did not want it to go away. His head began to fill with images of grand castles surrounded by green fields, by a golden lake whose water was smooth as glass. “All this can be yours, and more.”
Clay saw a grand room walls colored in burgundy and white, covered with golden designs. Down the center of the room was two rows of ivory pillars that rose up from the floor stretching to the ceiling. Green vines perfectly spiraled around each one. On the marble floor between the pillars lay a blood red velvet carpet that led to the end of the room. There Clay could see a man sitting on a golden thrown, but it was not the man that caught his attention but the beauty by his side. It was Sheylaar. She wore a forest green satin dress. Upon her head lay a tiara of diamonds and emeralds, but the jewels could not compare to those two perfect emerald eyes that were filled with love as she gazed upon the man next to her.
Clay stood at the top of the hill looking down across the valley below. The valley floor was covered with lush green grass. There were bushes covered in what appeared to be the reddest raspberries that Clay had ever seen. As his eyes scanned across the valley he could see where the ground turned back towards the sky. As it reached upward, the grass and bushes began to disappear and in their place was blackness. The only thing Clay had ever seen like it was obsidian rock. It had a glassy appearance that made the mountain a remarkable sight to behold.
As Clay’s eyes continued to scan upward to the sky, he could see white billowy clouds over the mountaintop. There was a single ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds as if it were the light of heaven showing this traveler to end of his quest. Though the mountain had held a glass like appearance the suns rays did not reflect off the mountain, but instead it was as if the mountain absorbed the light. Taking it in, consuming it. The mountain fed upon the light as a spider feeds upon its prey. Clay could feel the darkness, the evil that the mountain possessed. It wanted to suck the life out of the sun itself.
With every step he took moving closer and closer to the spire of darkness, Clay could feel Callos reaching out for him, wanting him, calling to him. Thought he knew that Callos was truly evil and all that he spoke was lies. Though Clay could not help but to be tempted by his words. Callos spoke of peace, beauty, and immortal life. Callos gave Clay images of his home, Clay could see the park, he could see his horse waiting for his master’s return. As hard as he tried to block the images and voice from his mind he could not. It seemed the harder he tried, the more soothing the voice became, the images became more heavenly, as Clay could see in his mind a beautiful man with arms stretched open, the voice saying “Come to me. I shall take away your pain. Come to me. I shall take you home.”
It was almost more than he could resist. He knew that if he were to turn and leave this place, then it would all stop, but he continued on. As he move across the valley floor an all-consuming scent filled Clays nostrils. He could compare it to nothing he had ever smelled before, but he knew he did not want it to go away. His head began to fill with images of grand castles surrounded by green fields, by a golden lake whose water was smooth as glass. “All this can be yours, and more.”
Clay saw a grand room walls colored in burgundy and white, covered with golden designs. Down the center of the room was two rows of ivory pillars that rose up from the floor stretching to the ceiling. Green vines perfectly spiraled around each one. On the marble floor between the pillars lay a blood red velvet carpet that led to the end of the room. There Clay could see a man sitting on a golden thrown, but it was not the man that caught his attention but the beauty by his side. It was Sheylaar. She wore a forest green satin dress. Upon her head lay a tiara of diamonds and emeralds, but the jewels could not compare to those two perfect emerald eyes that were filled with love as she gazed upon the man next to her.
