Whistling Mine の小説・ストーリー

POV EMMA BELLE The Inner Sanctum of the Whispering Falls was a monstrosity of alchemical engineering—a jagged fortress of iron and bone built directly over the geothermal vents of the mountain’s heart. As we approached, the roar of the falls was drowned out by the rhythmic, mechanical thrum of the Mother-Key being forced into the core.

Since Mane couldn’t speak to Hildegarde whenever he was around others, she could say anything she wanted and beam in satisfaction as Mane could do nothing to defend himself. She was right though. The stick Mane was chewing onto was called the ‘Lover’s Whisper’. It was mined from the trunk of a millennium old Hyperion. It was great for clearing the head, and easing a person’s fatigue. It prevented cases of accumulated fatigue, and was very rare. It lightened a person’s burdens, and was a generally useful. However, it had some side effects and some negative aspects. The negative aspect of Lover’s Whisper was its smell and taste. Anyone taking it for the first time would be repulsed by how it s

’ It could be the silver deposits that remained in the mine blocking us. We crept forward, phantoms in the dim light. An unsettling quiet pressed in, devoid of birdsong or insect buzz, just an oppressive hush. Then, the silence shattered. Terrified screams clawed from the mine's maw. I charged forward, Ray close behind, chasing the dreadful sound. Angry shouts and the staccato bursts of gunfire echoed. More screams, each one a fresh stab of fear. The earth shuddered with an explosion, dislodging a rain of rocks.

The walls were reinforced with old woods, but the wood was rotting, covered in the same black frost we’d seen in the cellar. "There is no scent," Jax whispered. "I can't smell anything ." "I can," I said. "It smells like… I don’t know." We moved deeper into the shaft. The floor was uneven, littered with rusted mining tools and broken carts. Every time a pebble skittered under my boot, the sound echoed for what felt like miles. The whistling started again. It was closer now. It seemed to be coming from a side tunnel, a narrow passage that led down into the lower levels.

It wasn't a radio. It was a whistle. Five notes. C, G, D, A, and E. My heart jumped. I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak and I fell back down. I crawled toward the edge of the rock, my eyes wide. "Kai?" I whispered into the dark. The whistling stopped. The woods went totally silent again. "Anya?" It was a voice, but it wasn't Kai’s voice. It was deeper and much rougher.

But this child—the daughter of a King who surrendered and a Slave who rebelled—was a blank page. Suddenly, the baby stirred. Her tiny fingers, surprisingly strong, reached out and grabbed the silver-green whistle that still hung around Audrey’s neck. It was the whistle Caelum had given her in the tunnels—the one that had once summoned the spirits of the forest. As the child’s skin made contact with the ancient metal, a faint, crystalline chime rang out. It wasn't a magical blast or a psychic scream. It was a clear, perfect note that seemed to resonate with the steam-pipes, the iron walls, and the very wind itself.

Roll down the window. Theria pressed the power window button, and the window slid out of sight. An eerie whistling filled the night air and seemed to get closer, "I think that's what we are looking for, right?" "Yeah, I think so," Warren paused, "How did the whistling work again? The louder it is, the safer we are, or was it the other way around." Theria went red, and a weak smile appeared on her face, "I forgot too," She giggled.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?