Stone Awoke.

[BobBox 3252]

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Stone Awoke

Deep within the depths of stone and earth sat a singular pool of water - undisturbed by movement or thoughts. Darkened walls of stone devoid of light for some years gently rested upon its sides, water slowly wearing down what structural support they offered to the ceiling above. 

 

Within the confines of the water was some old and decaying flesh though despite its looks -and presumably the smell - it looked as if it had been painstakingly placed by hand, moved so that it kept form while in the waters. Next to such a thing rested a singular helmet untouched by rust or time, the glass circle at the front of the helm pointed so that it may ever watch the flesh. Upon the surface nearby sat a singular lance - atop such a thing was the hide of a killed animal.

 

The scene rested like this for some multitude of years, though this all quickly changed with the movement of some titanic figure beneath the depths of the waters. A meditating figure slowly broke the tension of the water - a large hand then reaching for the skin and helm so that it could dawn them. A titanic weapon was so easily grasped that it seemed as if it was effortless. 

 

From the depths of the caves was the sound of stone against stone, as if a legion of dwarves was mining for some long-lost rubies. Sounds of brute force echoed within the small room, yet when light broke through the walls of the cave to expose what was inside it was no treasure that man would appreciate.

 

Makazgath Awoke.

 

The Scion returned.

 

Renewed.

 

[Valannor 6349]

The Voice of Covenant resounded then in fear, and rejoiced with trembling. Shaking hands clasped the shovels haft, and so uttered he;

 

"Leviathan wakes..."

[TheWhiteWolf 1096]

The silence of the Barrow had been disturbed, the cacophony of beats akin to drums of war throughout those forlorn halls heralded the arrival of another. One thought lost to time. The ascendant Lord took form, azure mists coalescing into a harrowing figure. Speaking now, a choir of voices poured forth from their maw.

"Welcome home.."