[ The voice repeating the candle-light rhyme fades out, and the darkness...
Well. It does not lessen, by any stretch of the imagination, but despite that, you begin to see definition and shapes. They slowly resolve into a large columned room, with tattered tapestries hanging between them and bones and skulls piled here and there.
Some of the skulls are clearly human. Not all of them are.
There's a background hiss of children whispering and giggling ominously, just out of sight. No matter how hard you try, you just can't catch sight of them.
Anyone over the age of 13 or 14 finds themselves suddenly a child again, anywhere between 8 and 10, and if they have a weapon of choice, it's in their hand.
At the end of the room, on a sharp throne that looks as though it belongs to a boogey-man, sits the world.
He has a bandage covering his eyes, and a sword in his hand, and he is simultaneously the most terrifying person you've ever dreamed of and a god you'd do anything to please. ]
The Throne Room
Well. It does not lessen, by any stretch of the imagination, but despite that, you begin to see definition and shapes. They slowly resolve into a large columned room, with tattered tapestries hanging between them and bones and skulls piled here and there.
Some of the skulls are clearly human. Not all of them are.
There's a background hiss of children whispering and giggling ominously, just out of sight. No matter how hard you try, you just can't catch sight of them.
Anyone over the age of 13 or 14 finds themselves suddenly a child again, anywhere between 8 and 10, and if they have a weapon of choice, it's in their hand.
At the end of the room, on a sharp throne that looks as though it belongs to a boogey-man, sits the world.
He has a bandage covering his eyes, and a sword in his hand, and he is simultaneously the most terrifying person you've ever dreamed of and a god you'd do anything to please. ]