Day the First
I awaken! I am here yet not here. It is a dream. I know that I am, yet I am without form. Oh, such a deep sleep from whence I am awakended; as if I have slept the sleep of the dead. Yet, sleep comes again.
Day the Next
I become more and more aware of my being and even more, my lack of being. I am awakenening as if one tiny piece at a time. I still have no sense of of my form yet am here becoming gradually real. This awakening seems like a painter bringing his subject to life one stroke at a time.
What ho, someone approaches!
"You there, stop! I command you! Who are you. Where are we?"
He stops before me. "Kneel and state your name!"
"Kneel I command you!"
He is a deaf mute! He does not hear me. His eyes study me, this imbecile cannot understand me. Where am I.
What's this? He is waving a wand about me! Is this some wizard who has awakened me? "Stop, by all that is Christian I command you to stop!"
He goes on weaving a spell about me! He binds me with his spells! "Who are you! I Am the Queen of England! I command you, cease!"
What evil magic is this? I am here yet I cannot move, I see and hear yet this devil has robbed me of the power of movement.
"What have you done to me! Where have you brought me! Who are you! I shall have you tortured and your entrails pulled out before you and left for the crows and rats to eat as you watch! RELEASE ME, I COMMAND YOU! RELEASE MEEEEEE"
What ho, someone approaches!
"You there, stop! I command you! Who are you. Where are we?"
He stops before me. "Kneel and state your name!"
"Kneel I command you!"
He is a deaf mute! He does not hear me. His eyes study me, this imbecile cannot understand me. Where am I.
What's this? He is waving a wand about me! Is this some wizard who has awakened me? "Stop, by all that is Christian I command you to stop!"
He goes on weaving a spell about me! He binds me with his spells! "Who are you! I Am the Queen of England! I command you, cease!"
What evil magic is this? I am here yet I cannot move, I see and hear yet this devil has robbed me of the power of movement.
"What have you done to me! Where have you brought me! Who are you! I shall have you tortured and your entrails pulled out before you and left for the crows and rats to eat as you watch! RELEASE ME, I COMMAND YOU! RELEASE MEEEEEE"
I am a prisoner
I have lost all sense of time. In this cruel prison I see all, hear all, smell all yet cannot move about. I have a body yet cannot look upon it, nay even move it. The evil wizard returns with his wand to weave his Satanic spells about me, the spells that bind me thus must require reinforcement. Perhaps his magic is not so strong that it cannot be broken. There is still hope.
Time seems erratic, I am still confused, still half-dreaming. One day passes slowly, then the next seems to pass fleetingly. I have lost count. Today I heard voices. Two evil wizards inhabit this strange place. Their voices are muffled, I cannot make out their meaning. They are English but their speech is queer. They are not from any land I have visited in my realm yet they must be my subjects. They know not what they have done. I curse them with every breath and I shall see them dead one day.
Time seems erratic, I am still confused, still half-dreaming. One day passes slowly, then the next seems to pass fleetingly. I have lost count. Today I heard voices. Two evil wizards inhabit this strange place. Their voices are muffled, I cannot make out their meaning. They are English but their speech is queer. They are not from any land I have visited in my realm yet they must be my subjects. They know not what they have done. I curse them with every breath and I shall see them dead one day.
I tremble before the Wizard
I fear now for all Christendom. Surely it is the devil himself who hast brought me hence. The most frightening magic has been practiced here, and surely the most powerful. I now believe I have been brought to the future. This evil abode contains a window within a wodden cabinet. The wizard opens it and recieves repeort from emmisaries from distant lands telling him of the actions and wars of many foreign kingdoms. Oft I have heard these emmisaries name the year; 2007. When last I was free, before the long deep sleep from which this vile wizard awakened me the year was 1603!
In these many days I have witnessed the wizard and his evil companion here dwelling engage in all manner of unspeakable carnal abominations. They are more foul and evil than ever I could concieve. He no longer weaves his evil spells yet my bondage is not weakened. Such magic he posesses. I have seen him speaking to tiny faeries he holds in his hand. He speaks to them and only he hears their voices. Both wizards can comand the day from the night and the night from the day. Their fould beast roam freely as do other feline familiars. Other wizards have come to this place; one ill-tempered, corpulent creature comes hither and regards my person with disdain then commands the other wizards to do his bidding but they, being greater, do not comply with his demands.
This land and all it's inhabitants practice evil magic I know not where I have been impriosoned nor why or how but I shall break free this bondage one day.
In these many days I have witnessed the wizard and his evil companion here dwelling engage in all manner of unspeakable carnal abominations. They are more foul and evil than ever I could concieve. He no longer weaves his evil spells yet my bondage is not weakened. Such magic he posesses. I have seen him speaking to tiny faeries he holds in his hand. He speaks to them and only he hears their voices. Both wizards can comand the day from the night and the night from the day. Their fould beast roam freely as do other feline familiars. Other wizards have come to this place; one ill-tempered, corpulent creature comes hither and regards my person with disdain then commands the other wizards to do his bidding but they, being greater, do not comply with his demands.
This land and all it's inhabitants practice evil magic I know not where I have been impriosoned nor why or how but I shall break free this bondage one day.
My lot is improved
I have been moved. My prison now is more fitting to my station. I am in a small but gilded room with lush tapestries on the walls. The floors are gleaming marble. The cieling sparkles with jewels. There is a gilded throne and all the woodwork is gilded. The room is lit by magical candles which the wizards bring alight with the wave of their evil hands.
This room is within the evil wizard's dwelling where time is still passing fast one day and interminably slow the next. It is curious that the wizards all look upon me yet do not hear me nor seem to sense that I can see and hear them. They move about breathing smoke and emmiting foul sulferous winds but they often act as if I am not present, stopping only occasionally to gaze blankly at my person and show me an evil mocking grin.
I know not why my surroundings have been made more comfortable, perhaps I have pleased these evil people in some way. I will not be moved by their pity however, when at last I am free they shall pay. They shall all pay.
This room is within the evil wizard's dwelling where time is still passing fast one day and interminably slow the next. It is curious that the wizards all look upon me yet do not hear me nor seem to sense that I can see and hear them. They move about breathing smoke and emmiting foul sulferous winds but they often act as if I am not present, stopping only occasionally to gaze blankly at my person and show me an evil mocking grin.
I know not why my surroundings have been made more comfortable, perhaps I have pleased these evil people in some way. I will not be moved by their pity however, when at last I am free they shall pay. They shall all pay.
Exiled!
I have been brought to a dark and lonely wood. What unspeakable rituals must I witness in this evil forest? Am I to be placed in this gilded prison and exiled!
I am without my prison yet still bound by the accursed magic. The two wizards, one is called by the name Mike and the other, the ill-temperd, corpulent one, by Rick have brought me hence and placed me on the forest floor so that I might witness them as they construct my opulent prison here in a lonely and desoalte wood.
There has been no sign of civilization for sometime now and as the day wanes my prison is nearly completed. Look at how they sweat as they labour surely they have angered the powerful one who is called Chuck. Their foul stench and sweating flesh disgust me. The one called Mike breathes fire and sulpher but labors relentlessly. The one called Rick looks as if he is ill, this one is not accoustomed to heavy labor but surely gorges himself on the souls of the innocent while reclining in some dank lair, his mottled pink flesh glistening with sweat and oil, swathed in the feeble rags that is all that these wizard wear in this steaming putrid land.
I am returned to my prison.
Alas the one called Chuck has returned to survey the work. There is pounding without. My prison is being sealed and I am left alone.
I am without my prison yet still bound by the accursed magic. The two wizards, one is called by the name Mike and the other, the ill-temperd, corpulent one, by Rick have brought me hence and placed me on the forest floor so that I might witness them as they construct my opulent prison here in a lonely and desoalte wood.
There has been no sign of civilization for sometime now and as the day wanes my prison is nearly completed. Look at how they sweat as they labour surely they have angered the powerful one who is called Chuck. Their foul stench and sweating flesh disgust me. The one called Mike breathes fire and sulpher but labors relentlessly. The one called Rick looks as if he is ill, this one is not accoustomed to heavy labor but surely gorges himself on the souls of the innocent while reclining in some dank lair, his mottled pink flesh glistening with sweat and oil, swathed in the feeble rags that is all that these wizard wear in this steaming putrid land.
I am returned to my prison.
Alas the one called Chuck has returned to survey the work. There is pounding without. My prison is being sealed and I am left alone.
The lonliness is the cruelest punishment.
I have been here alone for a fortnight. Through the tiny cracks in my prison walls I can see the light of the passing day. Now that the evil wizards have left me to my exile the days and nights pass normally but I am alone. I can no longer stand the sounds of the forest. The creatures mock me. I crave the company of another human, even the evil wizards would be welcome. Though time passes regularly I fear that I am going insane as day and night come one after the other but time seems to have no meaning. Not even a tiny insect has entered here to keep me company. How cruel this torture that I am sealed in this lonliness without the comfort of even the meekest or tiniest creature to distract me.
The forest is my companion.
I have begun to make friends with the forest, like the wizards the forest does not sense my presence yet it sings to me in the morning and comforts me with it's chatter at night. Occasionally now a small insect enters and I watch it as it goes about its work. If I am to live here in exile I shall learn the ways of this forest and its creatures; perhaps I shall find a chink in the armor that is my bondage and one day communicate with the faeries and creatures that cavort without my prison walls; HUSH!
What is this? I hear foot steps!
A door opens.
It is the wizard called Mike! He is naked! "Kind Wizard, we are so glad to see you! Please sit and talk to us. Tell me the news of your land."
The glorious sunlight is streaming thorugh the door, woah, what? I am moving wha, what the; I can glimpse the forest floor now. Am I to be freed? "Oh, thank you kind wizard! You surely are benovlent but why do you not speak to me? Please kind sir speak to me. Why do you not hear my pleas?"
Darkness again. the door is shut and I am alone once more.
I have displeased the wizard.
What is this? I hear foot steps!
A door opens.
It is the wizard called Mike! He is naked! "Kind Wizard, we are so glad to see you! Please sit and talk to us. Tell me the news of your land."
The glorious sunlight is streaming thorugh the door, woah, what? I am moving wha, what the; I can glimpse the forest floor now. Am I to be freed? "Oh, thank you kind wizard! You surely are benovlent but why do you not speak to me? Please kind sir speak to me. Why do you not hear my pleas?"
Darkness again. the door is shut and I am alone once more.
I have displeased the wizard.
A Witch!
The days pass more happily now, the spiders occasionally enter my home to greet me and the creatures without tell me about their day. I have been visited now by each of the wizards alone. They come and inspect my prison to see that I have not escaped then leave without further punishment or cruel acts upon my person. I welcome their visits but they still do not acknowledge me.
The air has turned chill for the first now. Perhaps I am not in hell. Perhaps the summer heat now passes and the autumn chill is nigh. It has been some time now since the last visit, the moon has waxed and waned again and I crave companionship.
Again someone approaches!
Alas they come again; but wait I hear a woman! Oh, how sweet her voice, how kind her temprement surely this gentle creature has tamed the evil nature of the cruel wizards and is come to release me "Oh gentle soul approach us that we may see you"
She hears me!!! The door opens, Oh, she is so fair. How gentle her countenance, how graceful her carriage...what's this; she weeps! The wizards have abused her surely.
"Oh, cruel devils I curse you."
"Stop weeping my child, we shall be friends, fear not. Together we shall find a way to defeat the wizards."
Oh, the poor creature; what have they done to her, she is naked. They have stripped her and brought her here in her pantaletts and a shift. Oh what wicked acts they must have committed upon her.
"Don't worry my child I am a powerful Queen together we shall find a way out of here and smite these devils. It has been so long, so very long since I have felt the warmth of human embrace, speak to me, tell me your name."
They door closes we are both imprisoned here!
"She weeps still, stop, dear child, you are not alone"...she stands, she is taking off her pantalettes. "What are you doing my child? Why do you, Oh my GOD! STOP THAT. What are you doing, Oh God, eeeeew."
She's leaving and giggling, what cruel trick is this, what evil witch comes and defiles my beautiful home then mocks me? Oh, how disgusting, what was she doing. How wicked and vile she is.
OH, MY GOD. The evil wizards now come each in their turn to my throne and relieve themselves of their stinking humors. I Am exiled IN A PRIVY!!!
The air has turned chill for the first now. Perhaps I am not in hell. Perhaps the summer heat now passes and the autumn chill is nigh. It has been some time now since the last visit, the moon has waxed and waned again and I crave companionship.
Again someone approaches!
Alas they come again; but wait I hear a woman! Oh, how sweet her voice, how kind her temprement surely this gentle creature has tamed the evil nature of the cruel wizards and is come to release me "Oh gentle soul approach us that we may see you"
She hears me!!! The door opens, Oh, she is so fair. How gentle her countenance, how graceful her carriage...what's this; she weeps! The wizards have abused her surely.
"Oh, cruel devils I curse you."
"Stop weeping my child, we shall be friends, fear not. Together we shall find a way to defeat the wizards."
Oh, the poor creature; what have they done to her, she is naked. They have stripped her and brought her here in her pantaletts and a shift. Oh what wicked acts they must have committed upon her.
"Don't worry my child I am a powerful Queen together we shall find a way out of here and smite these devils. It has been so long, so very long since I have felt the warmth of human embrace, speak to me, tell me your name."
They door closes we are both imprisoned here!
"She weeps still, stop, dear child, you are not alone"...she stands, she is taking off her pantalettes. "What are you doing my child? Why do you, Oh my GOD! STOP THAT. What are you doing, Oh God, eeeeew."
She's leaving and giggling, what cruel trick is this, what evil witch comes and defiles my beautiful home then mocks me? Oh, how disgusting, what was she doing. How wicked and vile she is.
OH, MY GOD. The evil wizards now come each in their turn to my throne and relieve themselves of their stinking humors. I Am exiled IN A PRIVY!!!
The Indignity!
Not only have I been awakened and brought hence to be imprisoned but I am to be wounded with the indignity of being imprisoned in a privy!
Who have I angered to bring on such punishment. Who commands such powerful wizards as the vile devil who brought me to this lot.
Alone, bound and poisoned by the foul stinking aether that now fills my chamber.
The angle of the light that finds it's way into my chamber is less steep and moves closer to the horizon. The summer wanes and autum comes bringing a chill as it's icy breath blows by my prison. The forest and the creatures here are my only solace; my court. The fauna are more hurried in their labors now. There is an urgency in their activity as I listen to their rustling in the duff. The mornings grow quiet, the birds flee the approach of winter. Thescant few insects who once entered here come in even fewer numbers and with less frequency. I fear the quiet desolate winter that must be approaching. When shall I be visited again? Even the indignities I must suffer would be tolerated were I to recieve a human visitor.
Who have I angered to bring on such punishment. Who commands such powerful wizards as the vile devil who brought me to this lot.
Alone, bound and poisoned by the foul stinking aether that now fills my chamber.
The angle of the light that finds it's way into my chamber is less steep and moves closer to the horizon. The summer wanes and autum comes bringing a chill as it's icy breath blows by my prison. The forest and the creatures here are my only solace; my court. The fauna are more hurried in their labors now. There is an urgency in their activity as I listen to their rustling in the duff. The mornings grow quiet, the birds flee the approach of winter. Thescant few insects who once entered here come in even fewer numbers and with less frequency. I fear the quiet desolate winter that must be approaching. When shall I be visited again? Even the indignities I must suffer would be tolerated were I to recieve a human visitor.
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