Essay by GommoHigh School, 12th gradeB, November 1997

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The spawn knelt in the shadows of the corner. His iridescent eyes searching the dark for his prey. A prey he knew very well, almost too well.

From the end of the stone corridor the spawn's ear picked out a single disturbance. From behind the mask a man's mouth twisted in a smile and a thought of satisfaction crossed his mind.

Rising to his feet the spawn walked defiantly down the corridor. His armoured boots making no sound on the cold floor. A heart that beat no blood, pounded within the unnatural armour of the spawn. At last his mission was drawing to a close and so too would this endless torture. The one being responsible for his spawning would now ultimately reach its death.

The door was close now, and the spawn's soulless eyes peered into the room from the doors barred window. Standing over a bench stood a man.

An old man, gnarled with age and working on an intricate machine. To a mortal man the sight would appear ludicrous. An old, befuddled man could hardly attract the attention of such a powerful warrior. But to the spawns eyes, he only saw the truth.

He didn't see the lines of age which covered the man's face. Nor did he see the disfigured spine which pushed the man's back into a painful composure. But he did see the beast within.

To the spawn, what stood in the other room had no dimensions, it glittered with a warrior's sweat and had an evil which protruded off its hide like poisonous spines. This creature had roamed the aeons sending multitudes of innocent 'children' to nothingness before their time.

In ages past it was known as Ra, god of the sun, then it was known as Xeues. Only a thousand years ago...