Hello there. Lookslike I'm back, with another writing I got together today. First off though, I sincerely thank all those who commented me on my first post. It was very encouraging and I actually read some more novels to see how some stuff work. While I'm still far from a good quality, I gave this another shot and wrote something else. This could be starting of a story, or some interaction novel. Either way, please bear with me and write down a few words into the magical reply box. :)
Oh, and here's this so called stuff I did:
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Beneath a mansion hid in a thick wood, a group of hooded figures gather together in a basement hall. Their white clothes painted with red serpents, their face concealed behind masks. Most are men, and if you look at them thoroughly, you see women here and there.
Nobody talks. All eyes are set on a big, wooden door which shows signs of decay. At far end of the hall, a fire crackles in a pail stony fireplace.
The door suddenly opens, revealing the tall man behind it. The man wears the same clothes but his face is not hooded. He walks in. The masked people stand up simultaneously and bow at him as he walks stiffly to a big chair having carved serpents all on it.
Some figures begin a slight whisper. Slowly, one by one they unmask their faces.
The one closest to door has scars and bruises over his face. His gaze is firm, and his battered nose seems to be missing some parts.
“Zaniyar. Been a long time since the last time we met.”
The new comer says to the man, which causes the sounds to die quickly.
“Yes, general. I was arrested by the security intelligence agents. It’s three days since I’m out. As soon as I got your message, I quickly came here.”
“Quite obvious. You seem tormented.”
Zaniyar nods in agreement: “Lucky me the bastards couldn’t dig any information out of me. They confiscated my belongings though.”
“Ah, how sad. Good to have you tonight. Please seat down.”
Zaniyar nods and takes a seat beside a young girl.
“How about you, Kiarash?”
A young guy stands up. He has black mustache and there are several wound traces under his pointed chin.
“I’m fine.” The figure sat back down, ignoring the general’s gaze.
“I thought you’ve forgiven me by now, son.”
“Well, you were wrong old pig.”
Several people around him inhale their breath loudly. One beckons him to apologize.
“Oh Kiarash, years of imprisonment haven’t yet taut you to hold other’s dignity?”
“I’m afraid no,” Says kiarash.
“I don’t respect people who murder my family.”
“I didn’t kill your father son; it was his fault. I warned him not to…“
“You easily could have prevented him!” shouts Kiarash, interrupting general’s speech.
“Many like my father go die because of your absurd ideas! Yet you seat here and try to bitch at others for your own blunders!”
“Listen, if you don’t talk to me calmly I’ll have to…”
“Have to do what! Kill me or hand me over to security agents? butcher me and throw me out there to be eaten by animals? Or perhaps burn me alive and pretend that I was killed in an accident!”
“Enough said boy, Get back in your seat.”
Zaniyar says suddenly, eyeing him with his frightening gaze.
“Let him express his way of thinking toward me. If that’s what he thinks I am,”
he casts a look at now enraged Kiarash. “No general. He is just got carried away. He’d be fine soon.” A middle aged woman stands up.
Just by a glimpse, anybody can tell that this woman is Kiarash’s mother or somewhat a close relative.
“Ah dear Sara. It’s good to have you back again.”
Kiarash returns back to his seat looking dejected.
“Same here general, I’m so glad I was invited to this gathering.”
“of course, tonight is a very special night. One that should not be forgotten. Tonight, Serpents order would be back on its feet again.”
Several combatants let out shouts and more begin clapping.
The general puts his hand up and all noise suddenly cease down.
“Thank you, thank you. I have to admit I’m impressed by your reactions. Now, let’s get down to our business.”
***To be continued***
