Literature
1.10.15
A soft, cool draft interrupted my dream. Before I could even begin to rouse myself, I felt a sudden, small warmth from far away. It was a warmth that I had not felt for centuries. The dream left me, and I felt even, rhythmic vibrations on the floor. Tiny vibrations that were coming closer.
My eyelid creaked like the sound of a rusty cemetery gate swinging out over neglected and overgrown graves as I slowly opened one eye. I had slept for unknown generations, awaiting the next foolish, pitiful human to trespass into my dominion. From far away, I could see the puny silhouette of this so-called champion advancing deeper into his tomb.
I took a