The fearful lament of the tortured echoed aimlessly around the ancient, decrepit ruins of what was once a great house. A man stood in the garden, raggedy clothes highlighting his half-crouched figure and his thin, bony face was a mask of fear. This place held many legends incoved between its crumbling stone walls. One in particular caught his mind. The myth of a great inhuman creature that lived in this rundown castle.
Around the man, what were once thought to be leaves of some poisnous flower by the travellers who dared look turned out to be something for more sinister. They were eggs. Millions of them. And inside them, the twisted figures of the unknown waited to be summoned by their demonic master.
~Larka98
