The Tower of Cresten

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The tower was tall.  It was so tall, Arn’s legs burned with exhaustion as he reached the upper room—the only room in the tower, apparently.  Halfway up the winding staircase, he had questioned why he was still in the tower.   What was he doing here?  After sailing for three days from his homeland, the lone tower, lime-colored and reflecting the golden sunlight, had caught his attention on the horizon.  Curious, he had steered his ship to the pile of rocks protruding from the sea, upon which the tower sat.  It was a magnificent tower, and Arn wondered if it would be a suitable home for him.

Ever since the ogres had invaded his village, he had been wary of landing on any piece of land that could possibly be inhabited by such beasts.  He needed a new home; he had no family and, although he was heartbroken at the loss of many friends in his village, he was determined to find somewhere peaceful to live, where he could live his life as he desired.  And to his luck, Cresten’s star was shining in the east, just above the tower, and Arn was sure that this was a sign of good fortune.  His village might have been plundered and the Knights of Rell defeated in their combat against the ogres, but he knew Cresten was generally a good god, and wherever he placed his star must mean good to all those who trusted in him and followed his ways.  What Cresten was the god of, Arn had heard many things; light, peace, courage, good fortune, and suffering.

Finally, Arn arrived at broad wooden door, made of heavy oak.  The wood was painted gold, and in the center of the door was the letter C.  Inquisitive and relieved that he had reached the top of the stairs, Arn turned the copper knob on the door and pushed it open.  He entered into a small room, with three windows, and between each of the three windows was a tapestry.  In the center of the room was a lone, cedar table, with no chairs surrounding it, but a lantern sat atop the piece of furniture.  As Arn began gazing with awe upon the tapestries–which held images of knights, dragons, and monsters all in a terrible battle–he abruptly started with a sudden realization.  The lantern was lit.

Suddenly, wind filled the tower and the door of the small room slammed shut.  Arn froze, his breath catching, and he waited to see what would happen.  For a moment, all was silent…but then the floor began to move, and the whole tower.  Outside, the sky seemed to turn, and Arn fell onto his back, crying out with alarm.   The tower seemed to right itself; the floor no longer rocked beneath Arn and the tower was still.  It appeared as if the tower was standing upright.  Arn stood, stumbled onto all fours out of panic, and then began crawling towards the door.  He had just reached for the door knob when a stifling, low growl sounded behind him.  Releasing a quivering breath, he slowly turned to face whatever was behind him.

Jerking backwards with shock, Arn saw the head of a huge dragon in one of the three windows of in the wall.  The eyes of the beast were enormous, filled with fire, and they burned with anger.  In a low, hoarse voice, the dragon taunted, “Looking for a home?”

Translucent figures began appearing all throughout the room.  The dragon laughed, his voice booming like thunder.  And Arn fainted as he heard the dragon rumble, “Welcome to the Tower of Cresten!”

This was totally random.  I thought I’d just whip something up real quick.




4 thoughts on “The Tower of Cresten

    proverbs31teen said:
    June 24, 2014 at 2:11 PM

    Wow, that was awesome! I loved it. Nice twist ending, too. 🙂 I was expecting an ogre.

      Aul responded:
      June 24, 2014 at 2:24 PM

      Aww thanks 🙂

    Elizabeth M. said:
    June 24, 2014 at 4:18 PM

    I like it! You should add on to it and make a whole story around it…..

      Aul responded:
      June 24, 2014 at 6:12 PM

      Maybe… 🙂

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