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Chapter Nine | Awakening

Awakening
/əˈweɪkənɪŋ/

noun

1. An act of waking from sleep.
2. An act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something.

"...Something happens when everybody finds out, See the vultures circling, dark clouds, Love's a fragile little flame, It could burn out, it could burn out..." - I Know Places - Taylor Swift

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream

The lonesome vase sat, poised on the edge of the bench, basking in the pale moonlight as shimmers of dust particles traversed freely through the air.

The moons rays filtered through the aged shutters, scattering across the still room as if it were a kaleidoscope, illuminating imperfections showing its true age and craftsmanship. Shimmers of dust particles traversed freely through the air before landing softly on the engravings and hand painted symbols on the ancient pottery depicting the short life of the late pharaoh.

The rays of light waltzed slowly across the engravings softly as if caressing it sweetly, which ever so slightly faltered. It was minute.

A passing moment, that was easy to miss.

Yet it wasn't.

There it was again.

A tremor in the ancient works. The first line of murals shifted.

Under the moons piercing gaze the pottery began to alter itself as if time was in reverse. Slowly the colours bled away before the intricate carvings depicting his short life erased themselves to an almost smooth slate. Leaving behind the only evidence of their existence in a very fine layer of clay dust on the bench.

The surface of the ancient clay slowly begun to be etched away as if being carved by a master potter. It appeared to follow a similar story, starting from his accession to the throne, an attempt on his life and a grand feast held at the palace court.

Yet, that is where it took a turn this time. Instead of being the grand feast with officials as it had been previously, this time it was depicted as a more intimate setting.

As the sparse clouds shifted to denser cumulonimbus clouds in the overcast night sky, the moons light slowly faded, slipping away from the surface of the clay as another tremor went through the vase, shifting its footing on the bench top. Slowly the deep etchings continued the story, this time beginning to form the figure of a woman standing beside the Pharaoh, with the words 'beautiful flower' below her.

As the last line finished engraving the moons light had dispersed from the vacant room, leaving it in a thick blanket of darkness. From within this darkness there was a slight movement towards the far corner of the room. One would think it was just a shadow from outside, but it wasn't.

The air was still, before there was another movement. Slowly the mass of onyx mist made its way towards the bench, rolling in like a cold foggy night. It came to a sudden holt at the base of the bench below the vase, the mist rolling off to flow across the floor, before it grew in size, as it shifted from a matter of gas to an almost solid humanoid figure.

It was as if it was disturbed from what had just transpired.

A shadowy narrow hand stretched out towards the altered vase, a grave voice broke the silence "you didn't know it but you will change the course of history." Just as the hand was about to touch the engraving it stopped a hairs breath away as if there were an invisible barrier.

A flash of lightning from outside as a thunderstorm rolled in light up the room, highlighting the sharp features of the figures shadowed face, catching a glimpse of a golden eye. It turned towards the window watching as the rain ricocheted off the panes of glass, the thunderous noise echoing around the room in a sharp cacophony. With a tilt of its head the figure dissolved into a ploom of black smoke on the lino floor.

Something had been awoken.


A/N: Alrighty Chapter 9 done! This chapter was made shorter intentionally as I wanted the focus to be on the vase changing, I hope you liked it :)
But there we have it. The first part of history changing. And an introduction to something mysterious. Who do you think the shadowy mass is?

This is technically the tenth story part so hopefully I have made the deadline!! But I am currently working on another chapter :) 
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