NineOfWands

Needs: Eyes Faceted

NOTE: The following short story is written in second person. If this makes you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution.


A small door lies squeezed between two run-down shops on the west end of Fleurdrak City; past the barber whose ghost still operates his business long after death; across from the library where the books are to be avoided. You shouldn’t go in, really. It would be rude. Not to mention, who knows what lies beyond? The rickety door isn’t much. No sign, no window, not even a lock. Just the faint sense that something lies beyond— something you need to see.

How did you even wind up here? Some note you found? Too nosy to mind your own business? Your mother always did say it would get you killed. Though with her being an electrician working at home and you being a hatchling that was particularly drawn to trouble, she could have meant something different. Either way, the shadows in the corner of your vision are becoming sharper in clarity and you have a distinct sense that something is watching you. It’s either whatever is out here, or whatever is behind the door. At least if you go through the door you’ll find out what’s behind it before you’re eaten.

Turning the handle, you open the door to see an odd little room. Glass jars on the walls contain eyes that watch you as you enter, others hold disembodied mouths that whisper horrible secrets at you. A heavy fog has settled across the floor. It hides whatever is skittering around past your paws. The counter facing the door holds a half-constructed dragon skeleton whose bones have a yellowed tint.