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Key

Key's final poetic Realizations

By Lamar ShawnPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 3 min read

"Key"

A knock at the door. It echoed through the vast corridors. The door stood 11 feet high. Engraved with Hyroglyphs. Everything in the library was Mahogany. Solomon' heard the knock from the back of his study. Light they were. Still ,, this disturbed Solomons' flow. He had grown so sensitive this winter. Winter was the only season. Solomon' had no recollection prior to to what could be estimated to have been maybe 18 months back. Time was lost. Solomon' spilled a beaker filled with a neon red elixir. He let out a scowling yell.

"AGHHH!!"

Disturbed ,, His eyes veered. They went from sky to navy. His fingernails grew an inch. The left hand was hit by the elixir ,, his beige skin turned a pure yellow. He paid no mind. His hand further morphed from a 5-digit unit into a 3-clawed talon as he floated out go the laboratory ,, through a labyrinth go 38 assorted "Research" rooms .,, chambers.

He hovered about a foot from the floor until he arrived at the entrance. His blonde locks that came down to his shoulders floated like tentacles. They relaxed and laid back down on his head as he gently descended onto the floor. Solomon' balanced on the balls of his feet. Light ,, yet dense ,, as a cloud might assume. Exhausted .. facing the door. Solomon' flung out his left arm ,, stiff & straight behind him ,, in the direction of the lab from which he came. He gruelingly clenched his fist which was now a 3-digit talon.

"THoo! Dooph!! PFFFFFCHT.! KCrKcrKCR.!.."

Solomons' staff expelled from the lab and rippled linearly through the labyrinth of rooms ,, breaking each layer of the mahogany wall until meeting him at the front entrance.

"Mhmm." ((Solomon))

The staff was engraved with markings of the Architect. A long piece of petrified driftwood. Solomons' eyes beamed a bright light as he read the inscriptions. On the staff rested a jagged egg-shaped emerald ,, firmly in separate steel & pure gold wire.

"SANA!" Solomon'shouted.

He glared back emotionless. Dust & debree that clouded the air acted in cosmic formation((s)). Each particle reversed all of its previous movements in exact sequence & returned back to it's rightful plot. As a self-solving puzzle would.. the corridors that had been pile-driven mended themselves flawless. His left hand phased from a talon back to its original form. He lifted his right hand & placed it on the massive entrance door.

"Strix formes" Solomon' chanted quickly ,, "Strix formes"

This is Key - Legend Lockeheart.

The sound of ruffling feathers and aggressively flapping wings echoed from where Solomon' had just came from. The flocking grew in ambience ,, densifying as the noise neared the closest corridor. It was indistinguishable what life swarmed behind the barrier.

Atomically ,, 726 barn owls phased through the last corridor entrance. Practically united ,, The wall acted as a liquid as the owls piled in ,, all Snow White with cascading cobalt blue specks across the wingspan. Ripples waved out with the passing of each owl. They all landed one by one or in selective pairs in a crowded circle around Solomons' feet. Turning their heads left and right in hesitance ,, obediently. A few newcomers to the flock pecked around or at others impatiently.

"Hm.."..."HmmN!!" ..."Scope!"

Solomon' lifted his staff a mere inch and slammed it with 1000 years of force.

Somewhere off in the vast & endless winter night. A drake was born.

Solomon' awoke. There was a huge weight on him. He had just experienced a lapse ,, that was rare. That had to have meant ...

"hhhhappyyyy birthdayyy"

A bleak whisper.. Solomon's vision came into focus ,, he felt sharp pain in his upper chest. On top of him lay a woman whom had been living there for several decades ... sinking her teeth greviously into his left ventricle. That she-witch was a vampire. He should"ve known. Solomon' tried to move in an attempt to stand up. He was entirely drained. He were to die here ,, he accepted his fate. The problem with vampires is that you never realize they"re a vampire ,, until they"ve taken all of your energy... Until its too late.

The TV static in the room created a strobe effect.

A monologue:

"My love"

Solomon' started ,, the vampire continued to suck the last of his life force ,, she started laughing. Solomon' spoke to a distant love..

"My love .. Every winter I pray for summer .. Every summer I wish you were still here."

"I learned here ,, in this time. . that the beauty is .. you can never capture it all."

Solomon died on the couch he just woke up on.

It was already written.

This is Key.

Legend Lockeheart x.

short story

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