A quick note here. The beginning hasn't been revised much, if at all, so I just want to let you know I was rushing that a bit in the morning before school started. I'll clean it up later. Also I haven't written in this kind of "diary" format before, so this is kinda different than my normal stories, which of course are not Spiral-y Knight-y.
Ok here we go.
Day 14
A week has gone by since this all started, at least I think so. It is hard to count time in this steel imprisonment. And again, more creatures were forced to fight in battle, a gruesome sight. A few hours ago a pack of Voltails killed a group of Gremlins. Any remaining were slaughtered mercilessly by the knights. Why are we caged up like this? What do these knights want from us?
I can only imagine what will happento me next.Would I be fighting against gremlins, or perhaps my very own kind? All that's left is to pass the time with this thinking, the only thing keeping me alive. Well, that and the leftover bits of food we are fed...
D/// /3/...Day 36
It is my turn to do battle against another. My opponent was an Ash Tail about my size. A scar ran down from his forehead down to his left size, sliced cleanlyby one of those blades the knights carry. This fight was short, he did not fight back. I questioned him and he responded, "What is the use of living if that is determined by how much we kill? I want no more of this bloodshed. Please, end my life now, its better off that way for both of us." He then rolled onto his back and tilted up his head, showing his throat to me...
Its quite sad that he had to leave this world that way, but at least I got an exrtra meal for tonight. May his soul rest silently with Vog and Skolver.
Day 40
I'm having trouble merely writing this. A few hours ago a knight clad in strange armor resembling an Ash Tail, he carried a strange machine at his side. Aiming the machine towards my cage and those around meand pulled a lever. In seconds pain burned trhough my fur and skin. It felt about as bad as those Flourishes, as I learned their name from the knights. I laid on the ground whimpering for hours it seemed, along with many other creatures howling and moaning into the knight. Before falling alseep, I wanted to write this first. My last entry before winter...
Day 74
Skolver has brought a harsh winter on us. At least I see less of the knights now. However I still hear their strange speech from their encampment nearby. A few creatures to the right of me were set free of their cages by a Knight dressed in angel-like armor. The only creatures actually left are Wolvers, but that may all change soon.
Why do these knights do this to us? What do they need from us?
Day 80
I am nearly the last one left alive in this. Only a few Wolvers inhabit the now empty cages. I also heard the knights were working on some sort of project, this can only mean worse for me. I'm beginning to believe that I'll be dead in a week.
Day 177
Curse these knights! They still subject me to tests and torture! What motive is there behind this!?
Day 180
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Day 190
A Snarbolax was brought into this wretched place now. I'm feeling this will be the worst part of it all...
Day 220
The Snarbolax and I were tested together today, and I do not wish to speak of what befell us. If you are wondering though what the other tests were then I will describe one to you.
I was taken to a strage encampment shelter. Inside a place where the knights slept during the knight, there were liquids spilled on the floor and shattered vials around the place.One such vial, still intact, held a scarlet liquid in it. The knights placed me on the ground in the center of the room and held a sword to my throat as they poured the liquid on my body. Nothing appeared to happen at first until they moved away from me. I tried to stand up, but every movement pained me badly. Even the slightest twitch of my tail would send a burn through my body. I had no other choice but to lay on the floor and be still. After a minute or so the pain subsided and I regained my energy, at least, until they threw me back into the cage.
Many test went that way, some of which the liquids were mixed, or fed to me even. Sometimes I was made to fight a knight, losing of course, to test my phisical strength. Suprisingly I was getting stronger every day, but not healthier. The Snarbolax was glaring at me earlier today as I wrote this, its gaze wasunsettling.
Not to mention, we hadn't been fed since it was brought here...
Day 242
I was just recently moved into the cage of the Snarbolax. At first it glared at me, as it had done 22 days ago, then backed away and let me in, never releasing me from its stare. This continued throughout the day. I'm not sure whether this is good, in that I may finally die in the jaws of that Snarbolax, or bad, in that the knights have further plans for us.
Either way I can tell its "playing with its food", so to speak. May Vog tell it to finish me off quickly, I want nothing more to do with this life.
But then what is this feeling I have? It feels like nostalgia, but something is making me want to keep living. If it really is the work of Vog and Skolver, then may they keep this alive a bit longer.
Now I am just confusing myself. I must rest, even at the expense of my fate of becoming prey. If this is my last writing, then may someone find this in the future, and put an end to these knights...
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And the story doesn't stop there! I think I'll be updating this with his entries every so often. And the knights are not what they seem....
hehe, I'll let you think about what that means for now. This may even develop into a full out story (not just diary entries :P)
Until then!
~Xylka
bump.
I necro thee. :P