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The Cracking- Chapter 6As she advanced further and further in the telling of her story, the young gelfling’s voice seemed to be gaining new strength. Despite the faint mist of melancholy which occasionally broke her at mid word, The Chamberlain assumed she would eventually stop emmiting those frail cries he had heard from her before. It would be better that way. It was uncomfortable for him when she did that. Even if it was interesting for him to hear certain emotions emanating through the girl’s voice, vibrating within her words, the stifled whimpers she had made when she had recalled the loss of her parents had upset him, stirring a deep feel of disgust in his insides. The skeksis were not precisely emotional beings. In fact, SkekSil could not even remember when it had been the last time he had cried...if he had ever done such thing. The ammount and intensity of the emotions the gelflings were prone to show seemed excessive and sickly to him.
The cracking- Chapter fiveThe fearsome beast growled in anger when the second Thunder struck the earth. This intense noise was hurting it’s sensitive ears. It shook it’s head and then yawned, opening it’s heavy drooling jaws in an impossible manner, it’s sickly yellowish fangs bared in a bloodfreezing grimace. Inside the cracking on the wall it had been watching steadily since that very morning, it could hear a small acute voice, ocassionally interrupted by some strange whimpering sound and another voice, a harsher one. Half closing it’s refulgent yellow eyes with nervous rage, the rakkida tilted it’s head and observed the place where it’s preys hid, desperatingly out of reach, emmiting those bothersome articulate noises. That infuriated it. It was hungry, and it had already tasted the delicious coppery-sweet flavor of the bigger creature’s blood. It licked it’s dark leathery lips remembering the taste.
The cracking- chapter 4Night had fallen over Thra. In the middle of a dry barren land there stood the proud and sinister Crystal Castle, bristling with sharp towers and grim twisted battlements, sprouting from the cracked earth like a strange enormous hand which would point it’s blackened fingers in a defying gesture towards the reddened skies, sickly stained with a bloody hue by the omen of a storm. The deep darkness of the night seemed to have devoured everything, erasing the shape of each form and creature which existed in the vast exterior...as also it had faded it all within the labyrinthine halls, the dark towers, and the immense open courtyard of the castle. Inside the huge and profound cracking there existed in one of the powdery grey walls of the long and shady hallway which branched, communicating the musty old library with the great courtyard, SkekSil The Chamberlain and his young servant Kaia were still hopelessly trapped. After reading that forbidden scroll wh
The Cracking- Chapter three.It was only a while after the turbulent mental invective he had had about his personal fears, that the Chamberlain’s mind turned again to the possible imminent revolt of the outskirt’s Gelfling villages.The scroll.He had to read it!It would be a unique chance for him to put his hands on such secrets with impunity, and get to know in fine detail all the events which had been concealed from him. He could later allege, when he was finally rescued from that awkward situation and could deliver the aforesaid scroll unbound and without it’s formal velvet closing, that the delicate stripe which had constituted the seal had been damaged when the Rakkida had attacked him. After all, it was the gelfling who had been carrying the scrolls and documents, not him.Therefore, if the Emperor was outraged by the damaged sealing of the precious missive, His wrath would not fall upon SkekSil. Later, he would manage to come up with something which could save