Ik ben iets aan het schrijven in het Engels.
Het is een beetje een fantasy verhaal. Ik wil er misschien een geanimeerde tv show ervan maken.
Ik werk er al een goede anderhalf/2 jaar aan. Het heeft al bijna 5 delen/seizoenen.
Ik weet niet hoe het hier werkt maar ik laat in de reacties wel wat stukjes achter van willekeurige stukjes in het verhaal. Hier is al een stukje.
Ik ga geen context geven want dat wekt juist de mysterie op!
Je mag best wel tips geven als je wilt! Ik neem toevallig ook een schrijfcursus en ik kan heus wel tegen tips.
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“Oh dear king of Egypt!” The voice cackles as his own bodyguards with wrinkles and visible white bones walk by his sides.
As the figure progresses its way through the ancient but big hall, filled with statues of deities and heroes, a torch would light up and a torch would fade behind him to mark his presence.
Their helmets look really sharp at the top and their expressions were blank… “How many centuries has it been, dear king, since that attempted assassination your sibling has planned on you?” The voice sounds hoarse, and there was a rather threatening layer underneath it…
The mysterious figure was now in a grand room, there were guards everywhere and strange symbols. If you listened closely, you could hear the trembling of voices coming from somewhere… the figure comes to an eventual halt and its messy, long hair covers its face like a mourning widow.
”Ah, you must be that deity from China, the one I have a meeting with today?” The king was leaning on his hand, his hand, he twirls his feathery flail around softly. “Introduce yourself, we wouldn’t want any… well… unknown names during our meeting, would we?”
The figure places a trembling and wrinkly hand on his chest, you clearly saw this figure was not human. Even the king himself felt a small chill in his heart. He grips the arm of his throne a bit and gasps for a bit of air.
“My name has existed for many eons, king Osiris… even before your planned execution… but today…”
The figure raises its head up, its long, thin but black hair droops to the back, its boney features are revealed. Its dress was white and red… its eyes were hollow and deep sockets, as if you were staring into the abyss itself. “Today we shall take revenge on such pests..”
White and red…
Osiris is trying his best to not show any signs of fear, but this figure made it really hard to do so.
It opens its mouth to speak up again, but places a finger over its mouth, it lets out a spine-chilling shushing sound. It was like a graveyard in the room, the bodyguards of the figure begin to chant something in a rather unknown language. The sounds and the words sound like a difficult language. And it was extremely unsettling.
”My name… is the name people shalt only know when they surrender to death and take my hand…”
And that is when king Osiris knew, this figure… or whoever or whatever it was, was the very Chinese personification of death itself.
