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The Damned Storyteller
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
755
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Damned Storyteller
Title: The Damned Storyteller
Author: A collaboration of Spinx and Kaiplue Ishtar
Hope you enjoy our story--Spinx
Chapter 1: The Storyteller of Aganonda
A long, long time ago, there was once a young girl who loved to write.
Her passion for words lead her to numerous opportunities that molded her into a potential competitive writer.
Everybody adored her skill, and so on she went training herself with her talent.
One day, she stumbled upon an old empty book that intrigued her more than anything else.
When the tip of her pen touched the very surface of the first blank page, something unbelievable happened.
Out of nowhere, a huge towering shadow came out with a hood to hide its darkened face.
The figure said, “Are you the Storyteller?”
The young girl didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t comprehend what he meant.
More importantly, she asked herself, what was that and what does it want from her?
The large figure came forward and asked the same question,
“Are you the Storyteller?”
The young girl was completely filled with fear.
There was no one else around them, and she knew that it was impossible to escape.
And so she answered,
“Stranger, I am not.”
The dark hooded figure bent its body towards her.
The hood contained no face. Just a dark, dark shadow.
“Then why are holding the Book of Fate?” it asked.
The young girl quickly put down the book.
“It was a mistake,” she said, “I ran across it. I decided to pick it up and use it.”
The tall figure gave out a low mocking laughter.
“There is no mistake,” it said, “You are the destined Storyteller.”
The young girl didn’t know what to do, and so she decided to play along with this strange game,
“What exactly do you want from me?” she asked.
The hooded figure bent down and picked up the book.
He moved towards her, its body only sliding against the floor.
Like it had no feet.
“What you are destined to do: Write the lives of the damned.”
The young girl’s brows met,
“What? Who?”
The dark figure laughed again.
It turned away from the girl and as it turned back, it shoot out a long green vine that pierced the young girl’s chest.
“This is your curse,” it said, “The Storyteller will die if the story is not finished according to the rules of Aganonda.”
The young girl was already bleeding to death.
How could all these be happening?
This was impossible.
How can a simple book bring her to the grave?
The hooded figure retrieved its vine.
Surprisingly, the young girl didn’t die. The hole disappeared and she could stand up again.
“I have seeded a poison inside of you. It will trigger at my command. If you fail in your mission, you will die.”
The young girl stared at him with complete horror,
“How could you?!” she demanded, “I have done nothing wrong in my life! I don’t deserve this!” she cried.
The dark hooded figure laughed again.
“That is the curse of the Storyteller. There is nothing you can do. If you wish to live, do as I tell you and fulfill Aganonda’s will.”
The young girl clenched her fists and said,
“Who is this Aganonda? What exactly happened to this being? Why does it want to punish an innocent person like me?”
The hooded figure cam closer,
“Very well, Storyteller.”
The little girl stayed immobile while she listened in silence.
“In the ancient times, two powerful families once lived. Gruesha, the rich family of Canador and Teyatula, the rich family of Seina,” it said, “Aganonda was the chief member of the Gruesha clan. Aganonda despised the Teyatulas so much that Aganonda vowed that he would kill every member of its family unto its last descendants.
“Unfortunately, two of Aganonda’s sons fell in love with the descendants of the Teyatulas. He died, unable to separate his sons from the two Teyatulas. And so, he left a powerful curse inside an enchanted book…Once the book is opened, this would signify that the era where the reincarnation of the two descendants of the Teyatula’s has been born…
“The one who shall open the book shall be named the Storyteller. And you, young lady, are the Storyteller of Aganonda. Your fate is sealed once you picked The Book of Fate.
Now you must face the consequences, else you shall perish and die.”
The young girl was listening attentively all the while.
She brought her head up and asked,
“And what must I do to avenge Aganonda?”
The dark hooded figure spoke in a savage low voice,
“Find the two descendants of Teyatula. Change the repeating history wherein they will capture the hearts of Aganonda’s sons again.”
The young girl was confused,
“But how? How will I find them? And if I do, what will I do with them?”
The hooded figure began to instruct her carefully,
“Use the Book of Fates to alter their lives. You have thirty days before the judgment comes. Thirty days to tear the couples apart and to devise a story.
Whatever you write in that book, it shall come true. Once you have begun, you must write night and day so that Aganonda’s sons and the Teyatulas will move.
When the thirtieth day arrives, you must find a way to end the two Teyatulas’ lives,” it paused and looked at the young girl intensely, “if not, your life will be taken.”
And with that, the dark hooded figure disappeared.
And so did the young girl’s quest begin.
I am the Storyteller, and this is my story.
Author: A collaboration of Spinx and Kaiplue Ishtar
Hope you enjoy our story--Spinx
Chapter 1: The Storyteller of Aganonda
A long, long time ago, there was once a young girl who loved to write.
Her passion for words lead her to numerous opportunities that molded her into a potential competitive writer.
Everybody adored her skill, and so on she went training herself with her talent.
One day, she stumbled upon an old empty book that intrigued her more than anything else.
When the tip of her pen touched the very surface of the first blank page, something unbelievable happened.
Out of nowhere, a huge towering shadow came out with a hood to hide its darkened face.
The figure said, “Are you the Storyteller?”
The young girl didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t comprehend what he meant.
More importantly, she asked herself, what was that and what does it want from her?
The large figure came forward and asked the same question,
“Are you the Storyteller?”
The young girl was completely filled with fear.
There was no one else around them, and she knew that it was impossible to escape.
And so she answered,
“Stranger, I am not.”
The dark hooded figure bent its body towards her.
The hood contained no face. Just a dark, dark shadow.
“Then why are holding the Book of Fate?” it asked.
The young girl quickly put down the book.
“It was a mistake,” she said, “I ran across it. I decided to pick it up and use it.”
The tall figure gave out a low mocking laughter.
“There is no mistake,” it said, “You are the destined Storyteller.”
The young girl didn’t know what to do, and so she decided to play along with this strange game,
“What exactly do you want from me?” she asked.
The hooded figure bent down and picked up the book.
He moved towards her, its body only sliding against the floor.
Like it had no feet.
“What you are destined to do: Write the lives of the damned.”
The young girl’s brows met,
“What? Who?”
The dark figure laughed again.
It turned away from the girl and as it turned back, it shoot out a long green vine that pierced the young girl’s chest.
“This is your curse,” it said, “The Storyteller will die if the story is not finished according to the rules of Aganonda.”
The young girl was already bleeding to death.
How could all these be happening?
This was impossible.
How can a simple book bring her to the grave?
The hooded figure retrieved its vine.
Surprisingly, the young girl didn’t die. The hole disappeared and she could stand up again.
“I have seeded a poison inside of you. It will trigger at my command. If you fail in your mission, you will die.”
The young girl stared at him with complete horror,
“How could you?!” she demanded, “I have done nothing wrong in my life! I don’t deserve this!” she cried.
The dark hooded figure laughed again.
“That is the curse of the Storyteller. There is nothing you can do. If you wish to live, do as I tell you and fulfill Aganonda’s will.”
The young girl clenched her fists and said,
“Who is this Aganonda? What exactly happened to this being? Why does it want to punish an innocent person like me?”
The hooded figure cam closer,
“Very well, Storyteller.”
The little girl stayed immobile while she listened in silence.
“In the ancient times, two powerful families once lived. Gruesha, the rich family of Canador and Teyatula, the rich family of Seina,” it said, “Aganonda was the chief member of the Gruesha clan. Aganonda despised the Teyatulas so much that Aganonda vowed that he would kill every member of its family unto its last descendants.
“Unfortunately, two of Aganonda’s sons fell in love with the descendants of the Teyatulas. He died, unable to separate his sons from the two Teyatulas. And so, he left a powerful curse inside an enchanted book…Once the book is opened, this would signify that the era where the reincarnation of the two descendants of the Teyatula’s has been born…
“The one who shall open the book shall be named the Storyteller. And you, young lady, are the Storyteller of Aganonda. Your fate is sealed once you picked The Book of Fate.
Now you must face the consequences, else you shall perish and die.”
The young girl was listening attentively all the while.
She brought her head up and asked,
“And what must I do to avenge Aganonda?”
The dark hooded figure spoke in a savage low voice,
“Find the two descendants of Teyatula. Change the repeating history wherein they will capture the hearts of Aganonda’s sons again.”
The young girl was confused,
“But how? How will I find them? And if I do, what will I do with them?”
The hooded figure began to instruct her carefully,
“Use the Book of Fates to alter their lives. You have thirty days before the judgment comes. Thirty days to tear the couples apart and to devise a story.
Whatever you write in that book, it shall come true. Once you have begun, you must write night and day so that Aganonda’s sons and the Teyatulas will move.
When the thirtieth day arrives, you must find a way to end the two Teyatulas’ lives,” it paused and looked at the young girl intensely, “if not, your life will be taken.”
And with that, the dark hooded figure disappeared.
And so did the young girl’s quest begin.
I am the Storyteller, and this is my story.