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 A Closed Mouth Tells No Tales

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PostSubject: A Closed Mouth Tells No Tales   Tue Aug 06, 2013 10:57 am

The Willow Mythos (now known as We The Afflicted), an offshoot of the Slender Man Mythos, interested me, so I wrote a short story for it. Not my best, but I like it all the same.

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"A closed mouth tells no tales."

Isn't that what they say? A proverb, an old saying. In my case, it's not entirely true. I can still write, if my shaking fingers allow me to grip a pen and put down on paper my story. 

My name is long forgotten. I go by Epsilon - the creature that changed me has gone through five names in his abominable existence; Set, the White Emperor, the Drowned Knight, the Ghost and now the Lord of the Forest. Five names, five horrific monsters throughout history. Epsilon is the fifth Greek letter and I bear this name as a permanent reminder of my shame. 

When I was only a boy, I enjoyed playing in woods and forests. I was an avid tree climber, and I loved the smell of woodlands in Summer. 

Maybe I frequented the forests too much. Maybe it was that which drew me to his attention. In any case, all I remember is the forest leaves slowly turning black and withering, decaying. 

The day He found me began like any other, climbing alone. My parents were following a woodland trail. I was an only child. 

The next part I only remember in flashes. 

My laughter as I swung between branches. 
My laughter dying as the branch started moving. 
My fear as it pulled me along. 
My terror as I saw what it truly was. 

I will tell nobody of it. I still wake from nightmares in a sweat after dreaming of it. 

I would like to say that He took me away and I woke with these... Deformities. That would be a lie. I was conscious throughout the entire excruciating process. 

My lips were torn open, hundreds of tiny needle sharp shards of darkness piercing them and knitting them back together before a burning heat fused them as one, melting the skin and flesh underneath. 

My hair was stripped, replaced by bristles. To make me a better tracker, no doubt, yet it made the pain no better. 

The worst was still to come. He turned me round and with one movement snapped my back. All I recall is screaming and wondering why I wasn't dead yet. 

I felt the hot gel pour into my spine and coat my nerves. As it cooled and solidified, I felt tendrils invading my mind and whispering dark thoughts to me, talking of the glory I would win as one of my master's Altered servants. But I could only think of the pain. 

Set free? Only to be called upon for His bidding. Whenever He wished someone found, I could do nothing but respond. My body bent to His will, when He willed it. 

But I still had some will left, enough to escape. It was not as hard as I thought, perhaps He could sense my despair and allowed me to leave His service. He knew I would not survive long back in my old life with my changes. 

He was right. I did not even try to get that life back. 

He is my master whenever He wishes, so there is only one way to stop the endless, helpless killing. 

I must kill one last time. 

Will I die when I stab my heart? Or will I find that only black tar seeps from the wound, healing me, dooming me to serve Him for evermore?

A closed mouth tells no tales. A silenced one tells less.
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