As the moon cast its silvery glow over the kingdom, Princess Sophia slumbered peacefully in her bed, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, a group of rough-handed men crept into her chambers, their faces obscured by dark hoods. They swiftly snatched her from her bed, clamping a dirty rag over her mouth to stifle her screams. A sharp blow to the head sent her tumbling into darkness.
When Sophia came to, she found herself in a damp, dingy dungeon cell. The air reeked of mold, decay, and the stench of rotting food. A faint glow emanated from a torch mounted on the wall outside her cell, casting flickering shadows on the cold, grey stones. The cell itself was small, with walls covered in cobwebs and a floor littered with straw and dust. A rusty iron gate served as the entrance, secured by a heavy-looking lock.
Sophia’s head throbbed with pain as she struggled to her feet. She grasped the bars of her cell and began to shake them, yelling at the top of her lungs, “Let me out! I demand to see whoever brought me here! You’ll pay for this affront to the crown!” Her voice echoed off the stone walls, but only the silence responded.
Just as she was starting to tire, Sophia heard the sound of heavy, angry stomps coming from the depths of the dungeon. The footsteps grew louder, and Sophia’s heart quickened with fear. She scurried back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the gate as a massive figure emerged from the darkness. A crude illustration of a fearsome creature. A hulking ogre, its massive frame looming large on the yellowed parchment. The ogre’s skin was a deep, mossy green, and its features were coarse and brutish. A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity.
The ogre’s nose was flat and wide, and its mouth was a twisted, cruel line. A tangle of black hair sprouted from its scalp, framing its ugly face like a wild halo. The ogre’s arms were thick and muscular, ending in massive fists that seemed capable of crushing a boulder.
Despite the crude nature of the illustration, the ogre seemed to radiate a palpable aura of menace, as if it might leap off at any moment and wreak havoc on me. I shuddered at the thought, feeling a primal fear stir deep within my chest.
“You-wake..!” Its voice loud and guttural.
“COME! KING WANT YOU!”he unlocked my cell, my eyes widened in fear.
“No no no, me? I doubt he wants me!.. please!”
“No STOP! Don’t come closer!”I pushed myself against the wall hoping there might be a secret passageway behind this gross wall.
He one handedly lifted my small form, I kicked and swung my fist at him, but his ugly face showed no emotions leading me to only assume, my hits were doing nothing.
But I kept hitting him anyway.
He carried me into a much lighter part of the castle, and we stopped infront of a huge door, with two more of his kind guarding it with spears.
He said something to them, in a language I couldn’t decipher , they both retorted all sounding like disgusting beasts.
The moved aside and the ogre carrying me pushed the door open.
He stepped into the grand chamber of the king ogre, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale and majesty of the room. The high, vaulted ceiling disappeared into darkness, supported by massive stone pillars that seemed to be carved from the living rock itself.
The walls of the chamber were adorned with glittering tapestries woven from threads of gold and silver, depicting scenes of great battles and conquests. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and damp earth, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the space like a steady heartbeat.
At the far end of the chamber, a massive throne sat atop a raised dais, carved from a single block of black stone. The throne was adorned with intricate carvings of snakes and other mythical creatures, and it seemed to absorb the light around it, giving it an aura of dark power.
To either side of the throne, rows of torches flickered and danced, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The floor of the chamber was covered in a thick layer of furs and woven mats, softening the sound of footsteps and adding to the sense of opulence and luxury.
As I looked around, I noticed that the chamber was filled with all manner of strange and exotic treasures, gathered from the farthest corners of the kingdom. There were glittering jewels and precious metals, rare books and ancient artifacts, and even a few trophies from the king’s many battles, including the skull of a giant dragon.
Despite the grandeur and majesty of the chamber, however, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that unblinking eyes were trained on me from the shadows. It was a feeling that made my skin crawl, and I couldn’t wait to get out of the king’s lair and back into the bright, sunlight world above.
The ogre dropped me on the ground, I landed with a thud.
I stared angrily at him , before moving my gaze to the figure emerging from behind the throne.
The ogre who stood before me was unlike any i had ever seen. His broad shoulders and imposing physique were undeniable, yet they were tempered by a certain elegance, a sense of Elysian grandeur that seemed almost otherworldly. His skin, a deep, burnished green, glowed with a subtle, ethereal light, as if the very essence of the forest had been distilled within him. His eyes, a piercing shade of amber, shone with a warm, gentle intelligence, filled with a deep wisdom and understanding.
A delicate pattern of intricate, swirling tattoos adorned his arms and chest, pulsing with a soft, blue-green light that seemed to echo the rhythm of the forest itself. His hair, a wild tangle of black locks, cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing his rugged features with a soft, romantic elegance.
Despite his fearsome appearance, there was something undeniably captivating about this ogre, something that commanded attention and inspired awe. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met.