Klarkash-Ton
by M.J. Hewitt

    The darkness be my friend, my keeper, my protector and my only god. And Like a babe I wrapped myself within this dark embrace, nuzzling gladly at it’s icy breast where I sought that familiar sticky dark fluid which oozed like a fine wine from within it. Shortly after quenching my thirst, I felt drowsy, like I was in a drug induced dream state, and I began to see flashes of crimson, orange, and mauve streaming about me in waves. I could hear voices high pitched, low guttural, reverberating around me, and all chanting in unison two words over and over again”White worm, white worm, white worm, white worm.”followed by the words,”White worm is within thee.”And at that second a deathly silence did fall.

   I sank to my knees and with my hands I began automatically to dig at the rocks like something possessed, I could not draw a halt to my crazed actions. First my flesh ripped from my bones in bloody chunks of gore, and I felt no pain, in fact I believe I began to chuckle to myself hysterically as the blood poured and spurted from my mutilated fingers. After a short time of this frenzied activity I was all the way down to my bones, and obviously having no impact whatsoever on the solid granite rocks that I had pounded at so furiously. And my bones then were next and they began to crack and splinter on impact as still I incessantly pummeled at the rocks of which now were covered in pools of my congealing sticky blood .On and on this insanity went, as my arms slowly began to disintegrate before my disbelieving shocked eyes, and now I was up to my elbows and still no sign of relenting, until after what seemed like hours my arms were no more, and as abruptly as this madness had started it ceased. But still feeling possessed by some otherworldly force I then sank down onto my belly and my body began to rive, and slip along the rocks with a flexibility I never knew I had possessed.

   And like a hammer blow to my head I suddenly realized that I was now born again as a white worm, and looking horrifyingly at my skin I could see that it shone with a scaly milk white palour, and I screamed at the darkness but no sound came from my mouth which had now transformed into a slit within my now flat white head. And my body with great speed and agility darted out of all my control into the darkness of the bowels of my new home, deep within the legendary mountains of madness, where I would lie in wait for the coming of the wizards of which I would consume most heartily.

©2003 M.J.Hewitt