Solomonari:Fables/Tales/The Intrusion
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The Intrusion
[Joseoh] | [2/10/2026]
In the frozen taiga of the great Northwood, the night stretched long and cold, engulfing the soil and rivers alike, damning all that was once sprawling through the frozen earth. All living hid in dens and nests prepared to withstand the remorseless act of nature, concealing themselves from the certain death awaiting outside of their sanctuaries. Amidst the devouring silence of the night, lights flickered in the distance. The light stretched through the fibres of the void that enveloped the vehicle, illuminating a dim path through the forsaken snow. Inside, a tragic scene. Bound by a chain, a young soul lies powerless to the endeavours of the darkened “humans”, who now gaze in pleasure at the pure fear that laces the eyes of the innocent creature. For its eyes were stripped of hope, resigned to the atrocities which are about to be unleashed upon its flesh and soul, fate sealed to perish in the depths of the void beyond. The heart of the innocent began to beat quicker as the vehicle came to a halt. She was dragged outside forcefully by the hand that bore vice in its heart. Yet, as the blameless being was about to suffer, its woe and pain attracted a presence in the woods, a presence primordial, like unto the very mountains which clad the forsaken forest. For a forgotten stag lay deep in slumber amidst the trees, a hermit long exiled for the sake of finding providence and light amidst a world of devastation. The blackened souls couldn’t recognise its awakening, for the murkiness of their sinful eyes did not let them scry the signs of the entity…
A deafening screech echoed through the long slumbering taiga, as the very soil beneath shifted like tendrils swirling in preparation. Panic arose in the eyes of the sinful souls, as they attempted to flee, only to witness the van devoured by the elder trees of the taiga, winter-wrought from the ages of dormancy. The wicked ran in all directions, a futile attempt to flee the consequences of their act. Alas, the beast revealed itself. Winter-wright, pallid flesh, claws, sharp as a razor, gleaming in the night. It pruned, slowly and tortuously, blotting out the eyes of one, it thrashed and spilled out the lungs of the other. Endless agony engulfed the forest, as loud screams and screeching merged into a cacophony anomalously contradicting the freezing slumber of the realm. Minutes blend into hours as the endless agony perseveres, fatally declaring and reminding the world that justice still persists despite the cruelty and the shedding of blood of the innocent. Endless pain of skin melting, eyes bulging, and limbs slowly severed from the frail flesh of the wretched, as screams only seemed to intensify. Alas, they came to an end, and the silence was reinstated in the abandoned realm. The innocent girl trembled in fear as the grotesque beast approached her, slowly, treading with deliberate care so as not to fuel her dread. Soon, it spoke, with elegance native to the elderly of her tribe:
“Fear not, thy deliverer. Nalka never abandons its children, even in great distress, for we are art not slaves of wrath and wickedness, but people who act of the free will of our souls, standing together as one is in grave danger. Give praise to the Devourer of Gods and the Beacon of man, who shall liberate our souls from the curse of death. For this is the only demand of mine: For ye to protect those who are weaker, and to showeth mercy to those who are atoned. That is the will of the one who showeth thee the path to eternity, blessed be his name unto ages…”
The wisdom of the beast entrenched itself deeply in the mind of the young female, and thus it was that no one heard of her again…