Happy birthday
Lead like legs made their way down the silent hall. Nothing moved, nothing breathed. It was as if the entire Hollow were afraid to move and shatter the thin glass of its reality. Everything there felt her pain, the want to escape from this grief.
The old door creaked, it only opened once a year, and revealed a dust covered room. Tarps and large blankets covered almost everything, except one very old chest. It was separated from everything else, nothing sat near it or on top of it. As if everything else in the room were afraid to come near, like the chest was cursed. Yes, cursed. Memories of what had been and what could have been.
Trick made her way to the very chest and looked at it, remembering when it had been crafted right in front of her over eight hundred years ago. The rusty hinges moved after a bit of coaxing, revealing its hidden treasure only for her eyes.
A small blanket lay folded on top, it was miraculous that it looked almost brand new, or rather not thanks to the spell put upon it, keeping it perfectly preserved. Greens, blues, and very small traces of yellow decorate the plaid of a family no longer here.
Screams of loved ones calling for her reverberated through the silent room. An infants cries as it was tossed into the fire along with her father. Laughter of the men who managed to shatter her very soul. Trick took the soft cloth in her hands as she collapsed onto the floor. Tears obstructed her vision and her body shook as a wail of loss only a mother could feel. Laughter grew as the creatures relished their host being in this dark abyss. They jeered and pushed her further over the edge as the faint singing could be heard, wishing her a happy birthday.
