Beginnings

The Tassiturn sat and waited. It was not completely sure what it was waiting for, but it waited in its home nonetheless. Its home was a strange and unsightly place, strange pinkish stone made up the walls and floors while overhead, yellow cloth was strung to create a ceiling. Through the cloth an ugly red light filtered down and a rhythmic noise like the beat of a giant heart could be heard.

And so it was that the Tassiturn sat when it felt it. It was like a blast of silence, a blast of a strange anti noise swept through place silencing all as it shook through, that great peal of silence shook the walls and sent the Tassiturn sprawling to the floor.

Normality returned soon enough, sound began again and it seemed as if nothing had changed or been damaged, it might have been as if that strange scene had never happened. But the Tassiturn knew that if it had, it would have to act. The Tassiturn, being the wiser creature he was, thought better to know rather than to suppose and so it moved to another room. 

 

It was nearly the same as the first aside from a raised pedestal of that pinkish stone, atop which rested a bowl filled with a green liquid. The Tassiturn passed it's hand over the bowl in complex and quick gestures until the green surface began to churn and boil until it stopped.

At first it showed darkness, but then, swirling colours and shapes could be seen. They moved and interwove themselves, never resolving into any clear image or overall colour. The Tassiturn watched, its eye never blinking; however it began to pass its hands over the bowl attempting to calm the strange fluid but to no avail.

 

In spite of its wisdom, the Tassiturn was a creature of short patience. When frustration got the best of it, four words left its mouth. Those were evil and ancient words, abominable in nature and incomprehensible in essence. They rent and swirled, traversing the air as they moved towards the bowl. When they hit, a blast of steam rose from the bowl, shining violently in an array of colors. What little liquid remained in the bowl showed an image... A terrifying image.

 

It was an image too unsettling for the mind to comprehend, and the mere sight of it send dread in waves through the Tassiturn's very being. He immediately left the precincts... It would happen soon. There was no time to lose.