Page 14 of Monster's Maiden

"Keep still," I rumble, my voice a deep echo in the vastness around us. I hope she can hear me, understand me. But her eyes are wide with terror, her body thrashing as if possessed by some unseen force.

I step closer, the ground trembling under my weight. The sight of her fragile form—so small, so delicate—strikes a chord within me. My fingers twitch with the urge to reach out, to offer comfort. But I must be careful; my strength could crush her.

With deliberate slowness, I extend my hand and grab her arm. Her skin is warm and soft beneath my touch, so different from the cold stone of my own body. She writhes beneath my grip, but I hold firm, ensuring she cannot harm herself.

"Keep still," I say again, softer this time, though the words rumble through me like distant thunder. Her screams lessen but do not cease.

In the dim light provided by the bioluminescent moss, I can see tears streaming down her face. They leave trails through the dirt that clings to her cheeks. Each drop glistens for a moment before disappearing into the ground.

My mind races for a solution. What can I do to calm this fragile creature? My world has been one of silence and solitude for so long; these emotions are foreign to me now. Yet there is something about her that stirs an ancient instinct within me—a need to protect.

I tighten my grip just enough to still her movements without causing pain. Her breathing is rapid, each inhale and exhale echoing in the chamber like a drumbeat.

"Listen," I say, leaning closer so that my breath stirs the strands of her golden hair. "You are safe."

Her eyes flicker for a moment with something other than fear—perhaps recognition or maybe just exhaustion from fighting so hard against me.

I release a slow breath, feeling some measure of hope take root within me. If she can just hear these words amidst her panic, perhaps we can find a way forward together in this darkness that has been my home for centuries.

Slowly but surely, her panicked struggles start to subside. Her breaths, once rapid and erratic, begin to steady. Her screams dwindle to soft whimpers, and I feel a glimmer of relief.

I study her transformation intently. The wild terror in her eyes dims, replaced by something more controlled. Her chest rises and falls in a more measured rhythm now, each breath less frantic than the last.

Her delicate frame remains tense under my grip, but she no longer thrashes against my hold. I can feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her touch.

I take this moment to observe her more closely. Her hair, a cascade of golden threads, lies disheveled around her face. Her eyes, though still wide with residual fear, have an underlying depth that intrigues me. This creature, so unlike me in every way, yet so captivating.

Seizing the opportunity provided by her calmer state, I gesture for her to speak. My hand moves slowly, deliberately. I want her to understand that I mean no harm. Her eyes follow the motion, curiosity mingling with caution.

In this dim chamber, I try to offer her some semblance of security. My presence—immense and imposing—stands as a barrier between her and whatever dangers she imagines lurk in these ancient ruins.

I remain silent for a brief moment, giving her space to gather her thoughts. Her breathing steadies further; the harsh gasps now replaced by quieter inhales and exhales. She does not speak yet, but I sense a shift in her demeanor—a readiness to communicate.

Finally, I take the opportunity to speak. "Tell me, creature," I rumble. "What is your name? What brings you to this forgotten realm?"

Her eyes flicker with wariness. She swallows hard, gathering her courage to respond. "My name is Lara," she says, her voice shaky yet clear. "I-I am human. My friends and I stumbled upon these ruins by accident."

Lara. The name rolls around in my mind, foreign yet strangely fitting for this delicate creature before me. I observe her more closely now, taking in the subtle details—the way her eyes shine in the dim light, the slight tremble in her limbs as she speaks.

"Human," I echo, the word unfamiliar on my tongue after centuries of silence. "Your kind does not often venture into these depths, is that so?"

She nods, still cautious but less frantic than before. "We were exploring," she explains, her voice gaining strength. "The ruins... they intrigued us."

Intrigued. A simple word that carries so much weight. My existence has been defined by solitude and darkness, with little to pique my own interest. Yet here stands this human, driven by curiosity.

I loosen my grip on her arm, though I remain close enough to offer protection should she need it. The bioluminescent moss casts a gentle glow over us, creating an ethereal ambiance in the otherwise bleak chamber.

Her eyes meet mine as if trying to decipher the enigma that is my existence. I feel a strange pull toward this fragile being, a desire to understand her as much as she seeks to understand me.

"You are not like the others," I murmur, more to myself than to her. The words hang in the air between us, a bridge spanning the chasm of our differences.

Lara tilts her head slightly, curiosity sparking in her gaze once more. "Others?" she asks softly.

"Those who came before you," I reply, my voice heavy with memories of intruders past.

She shivers at my words but does not look away. Instead, she holds my gaze with a newfound determination. In that moment, I realize that perhaps this human named Lara is more than just an intruder; she is a catalyst for change—a possibility of connection in my eternal isolation.

I further absorb the information she just shared, my immense form relaxing slightly as I process the significance of her humanity. A human, here, in my sanctuary—a place untouched by her kind. Curiosity stirs within me, a long-dormant ember fanned into a cautious flame.

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