November 14, 2024 • 15 mins
Heavy is the crown even if it is only for 1 day.
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Written by Caroline Giammanco Find her on Twitter @giammancobook
Editing and Music by Omenhawk Studios (formerly Flyboy Entertainment)
Find them on Twitter @ghostanoid
Soundcloud ghostanoid
Theme music by Nico Rodriguez
Find him Twitter @NicoRodDM
Thank you for listening!
Check out our website! www.intothenightpod.com And while you are there make sure you subscribe to our newsletter for the latest and greatest information about your favorite anthology podcast as well as all of the other Creative Typo shows (which you should also check out while you are there)
Make sure to follow @creative_typo on Twitter to stay up to date on the happenings of not only Into the Night but all other Creative Typo productions! To support this podcast as well as all of our other shows please join our Patreon https://www.patreon.com/CreativeTypo
You can visit us on X @IntotheNightPod
Email us at itnanthology@gmail.com
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/intothenightpod
Or join the conversation in our Discord server https://discord.gg/knPFJa8NCZ
Narrated and produced by Nari
Find her on Twitter @NariKwak_VA
Email narikwak.voa@gmail.com
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/nari.kwak.904
Buy Nari a cup of coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/NariKwak
Written by Caroline Giammanco Find her on Twitter @giammancobook
Editing and Music by Omenhawk Studios (formerly Flyboy Entertainment)
Find them on Twitter @ghostanoid
Soundcloud ghostanoid
Theme music by Nico Rodriguez
Find him Twitter @NicoRodDM
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Speaker 1 (00:07):
Welcome to into the night. I'm Narri your guide on
today's excursion down a twisted path. Be careful not to
get lost. Be it dark or light, It's easy to
lose your way. Are you ready? Then let's begin. Queen
(00:28):
for a day. Through sleepy eyes, she watched as the
morning breeze blew, the lace curtains dappled, light streamed through
the window, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle followed the breeze.
(00:53):
She stretched and closed her eyes, in that state between
dreamland and reality. The sun brought a perfect morning to
an important day. The weight of her duties suddenly brought
lydia High Tower to nearly full awakening. She nervously looked
at the clock. Anxiety raced through her, and she pulled
(01:13):
the comforter over her head, and she slumped back on
to the bed. What I would give for one more
normal day. She closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
Strange dreams came and went as she tossed from side
to side. Pulsating sounds accompanied the dreams, and Lydia struggled
(01:34):
to free herself from some unknown force. She jolted awake,
exhausted as a gentle rapping at her door, drew her
from her sleep. Miss Lydia, Miss Lydia, are you okay
open the door for me? Please? The girl dragged herself
out of bed and gingerly walked across the hardwood floor.
(01:55):
The cool boards creaked as she walked. I'm coming to uh.
She smoothed her hair when she caught sight of herself
in her vanity mirror, then realized not much would help
her appearance at this point. She reached the door and
opened it slowly. Oh, miss Lydia, you aren't anywhere near ready. Here,
(02:16):
hold these I'll be right back. The woman placed an
armload of clothes into Lydia's arms, then trotted down the hallway,
shutting the door behind her. Lydia spread the garments across
her bed. Soon Tula knocked on the door once again.
Lydia stared at her, not sure how Tula managed to
balance a tray of breakfast foods while holding on to
(02:37):
a rather large cloth case. Lydia, you need to eat something,
and I know you need this. Tula glanced down at
the bag hanging from her arm. I'll set the tray
on your vanity, but the two of us need to
get busy making you more presentable, Lydia sighed, I know,
I guess I just have to accept the inevitable, but
(03:01):
I don't want to now. Girl, don't think like that.
You have been given the highest honor by the village.
People look up to you, little girls see you as
everything they aspire to be. You have to look good
for the coronation. Tula patted the chair by the vanity
and Lydia walked slowly over and sat down, Feeling as
(03:23):
though she walked a mile through water. She felt exhaustion
even after sleeping late. Let's start with your hair. What
I would give to have gorgeous red locks like these.
Tula paused and looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
It's no wonder I was never considered for this honor.
This blonde mop of mine is unruly as the day
(03:44):
is long. I'd make a terrible queen. Tula set to
work brushing Lydia's flowing auburn hair. Now it's going to
take a while, and I may pull and tug a
little bit, but that's the only way to turn this
gorgeous hair into the traditional updoo. Lydia nodded and smiled
slightly at her companion, Tula, I couldn't do this without you.
(04:07):
I'd still be hiding under my blankets if you weren't
here to prod me along. I know I don't have
any choice in this, Tula stared at her in the mirror. No,
you don't, and there's no sense regretting what must be.
As awful as it seems, it only lasts for a day,
and then you'll be free of your terrible burden. I
(04:28):
do understand your feelings, but all that can be done
now is to show your strength of character. You're right, Tula,
this is my destiny. Patiently, Tula wound Lydia's hair into
a magnificent hairdew worthy of a queen. Patting it gently,
Tula said, I think it turned out lovely. Even Lydia
(04:50):
had to agree that her hair had never been so beautiful. Now,
let's spend the rest of our time together talking about
happy times we've had so many. Soon, the women talked
and laughed until tears formed on their lashes, sharing stories
of childhood adventures and teenage misshaps. It's all part of
(05:11):
growing up, my dear friend. Lydia squeezed Toola's hand. I'm
glad You've been with me every step of the way,
and I'm glad you're here with me now. Tears welled
in Toula's eyes. Me too, honey, me too. After a
moment of silence, the two took to compose themselves. Tula
(05:34):
tried to sound as chipper as possible while I start
at your make up. How about we share stories about
other coronations. I think the earliest one I can remember
is when we were three. My mother forced me to
wear those black shoes that were too big for my feet,
and I clip clopped everywhere like a horse. Laughter broke
(05:56):
out between them. I remember those shoes. Those awful boys
even whinnied at you. I'd forgotten all about that. They
sure made me mad that day. That was the same
year mother forced me to wear that hideous pink dress
with the rough material that poked me all day. He
(06:17):
ended up with a rash from it, didn't you? I did?
It was terrible. I wanted to strip naked and run home.
Wouldn't that have been a sight? Tula and Lydia doubled
over in laughter and couldn't catch their breaths. Oh girl,
we have been through sometimes that we have the clock chimed.
(06:40):
Tula took a deep breath. We'd better get your make
up finished than get you dressed. Nothing but the finest
silks for you to day. Lydia's face fell, but she
sat patiently while her friend applied the final touches to
her make up and then helped her slip into the
folds of silk. Jewels and pearls adorned the dress, and
(07:02):
when Tula made all the necessary adjustments, they stared into
the mirror. Lydia, you look like you stepped out of
a fairy tale. I guess I have in a way
you're studying. I'm in awe of how beautiful you are.
A finer queen has never lived. Lydia looked at her
(07:25):
reflection and smiled. The clock chimed again. The time had
come for Lydia to make her way to the courtyard
on the castle grounds. A carriage waited for her outside
her parents home. She wouldn't see her mother or father
before she left. They'd said their good byes the evening before,
but promised her they'd be in the crowd. Before stepping
(07:49):
into the carriage, Lydia turned to see the only home
she'd ever known. From now on, everything would be different.
She couldn't worry about that now, however, she needed to
fulfill her role and serve her people. Lydia High Tower
was the past to day she was Queen Lydia. The
(08:12):
carriage rattled down the cobblestone street and the horses hoofs
caused Lydia to laugh. Her memory went back to that
long ago coronation day, me in my hideous, scratchy dress,
Tula in those awful shoes. The laughter broke the tension
for her, and as they approached the courtyard, she smiled
(08:32):
and waved to the adoring people young and old alike
flocked to the castle for the ceremony. The future of
her people rested on her shoulders. The carriage slowed, then
stopped at the steps of the castle. Thousands of people cheered.
When Lydia was assisted from the coach, she smiled and waved,
(08:52):
and more cheers erupted. The excitement of the crowd could
be felt. The people, elated to have such a beautiful queen,
were a buzz across the courtyard and even beyond to
the streets of the village that criss crossed like a
giant labyrinth. The ceremony itself became a blur to Lydia.
She received the blessing from the priest and felt when
(09:14):
the massive crown was placed on her head as she
knelt before the altar. When she stood, she felt her transformation,
and the people gasped in awe at how beautiful their
new queen was. They knew she was theirs, They knew
their village would be strengthened by her, and that she
(09:35):
was one to be revered. Now unable to walk under
the weight of her dress and crown, a transformed Lydia
was carried by castle guards into the castle. The humming
from the crowd reverberated through the stones of the courtyard
and into the castle itself. Their voices rose until even
(09:56):
the air reverberated with the sound. Her sentries carried her
gently to the sacred chamber, reserved only for the queen
and her courtiers. Her bed filled the center of the room.
Lydia's body vibrated once placed on the silken sheets and
set to work Immediately. Her now bulbous body quivered, and
(10:18):
she no longer looked like a girl. Her growing girth
rolled and undulated as she squirmed to fulfill her duties.
In this one day, Queen Lydia of the hive would
produce thousands of eggs. She embodied the future generation to come,
and she fulfilled her responsibilities dutifully. One after another, she
(10:41):
laid her eggs, which were carefully tended to by her servants.
Lydia would never leave this chamber. She couldn't even if
she wanted to. The changes in her body now made
it impossible for her to walk again. Hours passed and
she tired. Through sleepy eyes, she stared out the window
(11:03):
that gave her a view of her village. She watched
as an evening breeze blew the lace curtains dappled, lights
streamed through the window, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle followed.
The breeze spent, her life faded away, and the sunset
brought a perfect ending to an important day. Thank you
(11:33):
for joining me for this episode of the Into the
Night Anthology podcast. Written by Caroline Giamanco, narrated by Nariquak,
Theme music by Nico Rodriguez. All other original music, sound
design and editing by Omenhawk Studios. You can find our
links in the show notes. Into the Night is on
your favorite podcatcher, so make sure to like, subscribe and
(11:54):
leave a five star review to help other excursionists to
join us. I'll see you next time, and remember, whether
in the shadows or in the daylight, all twisted paths
lead you into the night. Into the Night Anthology is
a Creative Typo Entertainment production. If you had to pick
(12:17):
just one thing to entertain you for the rest of
your life, what would you choose? Creative Typo Entertainment is
a storytelling network of renowned indie creators with decades of
experience dedicated to helping you answer that question. Do you
(12:38):
have an affinity for cosmic horror, role playing and entrancing
yet mysterious storytelling. Check out our actual play D and
D podcast, Microphones and Monsters and easy to Binge thirty
to forty five minute episodes, and if that piqued your interest,
be sure to check out the spinoff of Microphones and
Monsters dread Tech Inc. For a fast paced, action packed
(13:02):
dystopian horror real play D and D story, or maybe
pop culture puns are more your style. A Fool's Quest
is a D and D role playing comedy podcast. Each
episode is under an hour so you can keep up
with the heroes and the villains in this gut busting
slapstick story with deep lore. And for something a little
(13:24):
more serious with much mystery and many suspenseful moments built
in the same world as a fools Quest, check out
the spin off Ethereal Embrace. Or maybe audio dramas are
more your speed, check out Stick Shift Incorporated, a serial
drama about life, death, and capitalism set in a fictional
(13:48):
version of modern day Vancouver, British Columbia. Do you want
your stories in smaller bites? Check out Into the Night
an anthology podcast. Each story in this thrilling and twisted
anthology explores the unexpected and leaves you yearning for more,
all in around ten to fifteen minutes per episode. Or
(14:12):
our newest audio drama follows Emily, who might be the
cause of the end of humanity. Emily is an anomaly,
chaos incarnate. In this story, Emily twists and turns between
the lines, trying to figure out who her friends are,
who is trying to manipulate her, and who is trying
(14:35):
to kill her as she tries to uncover the truth
about what is happening to her. And If you enjoy
watching your stories live, join us on creative Typo's Twitch
channel for a dark and winding campaign adventure through fantastical
worlds like a cursed kingdom and the Fay realms in
Elder Brains Crown of the Oath Breaker. Find all this
(14:58):
and more at creat rative typo dot comm
Welcome to into the night. I'm Narri your guide on
today's excursion down a twisted path. Be careful not to
get lost. Be it dark or light, It's easy to
lose your way. Are you ready? Then let's begin. Queen
(00:28):
for a day. Through sleepy eyes, she watched as the
morning breeze blew, the lace curtains dappled, light streamed through
the window, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle followed the breeze.
(00:53):
She stretched and closed her eyes, in that state between
dreamland and reality. The sun brought a perfect morning to
an important day. The weight of her duties suddenly brought
lydia High Tower to nearly full awakening. She nervously looked
at the clock. Anxiety raced through her, and she pulled
(01:13):
the comforter over her head, and she slumped back on
to the bed. What I would give for one more
normal day. She closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
Strange dreams came and went as she tossed from side
to side. Pulsating sounds accompanied the dreams, and Lydia struggled
(01:34):
to free herself from some unknown force. She jolted awake,
exhausted as a gentle rapping at her door, drew her
from her sleep. Miss Lydia, Miss Lydia, are you okay
open the door for me? Please? The girl dragged herself
out of bed and gingerly walked across the hardwood floor.
(01:55):
The cool boards creaked as she walked. I'm coming to uh.
She smoothed her hair when she caught sight of herself
in her vanity mirror, then realized not much would help
her appearance at this point. She reached the door and
opened it slowly. Oh, miss Lydia, you aren't anywhere near ready. Here,
(02:16):
hold these I'll be right back. The woman placed an
armload of clothes into Lydia's arms, then trotted down the hallway,
shutting the door behind her. Lydia spread the garments across
her bed. Soon Tula knocked on the door once again.
Lydia stared at her, not sure how Tula managed to
balance a tray of breakfast foods while holding on to
(02:37):
a rather large cloth case. Lydia, you need to eat something,
and I know you need this. Tula glanced down at
the bag hanging from her arm. I'll set the tray
on your vanity, but the two of us need to
get busy making you more presentable, Lydia sighed, I know,
I guess I just have to accept the inevitable, but
(03:01):
I don't want to now. Girl, don't think like that.
You have been given the highest honor by the village.
People look up to you, little girls see you as
everything they aspire to be. You have to look good
for the coronation. Tula patted the chair by the vanity
and Lydia walked slowly over and sat down, Feeling as
(03:23):
though she walked a mile through water. She felt exhaustion
even after sleeping late. Let's start with your hair. What
I would give to have gorgeous red locks like these.
Tula paused and looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
It's no wonder I was never considered for this honor.
This blonde mop of mine is unruly as the day
(03:44):
is long. I'd make a terrible queen. Tula set to
work brushing Lydia's flowing auburn hair. Now it's going to
take a while, and I may pull and tug a
little bit, but that's the only way to turn this
gorgeous hair into the traditional updoo. Lydia nodded and smiled
slightly at her companion, Tula, I couldn't do this without you.
(04:07):
I'd still be hiding under my blankets if you weren't
here to prod me along. I know I don't have
any choice in this, Tula stared at her in the mirror. No,
you don't, and there's no sense regretting what must be.
As awful as it seems, it only lasts for a day,
and then you'll be free of your terrible burden. I
(04:28):
do understand your feelings, but all that can be done
now is to show your strength of character. You're right, Tula,
this is my destiny. Patiently, Tula wound Lydia's hair into
a magnificent hairdew worthy of a queen. Patting it gently,
Tula said, I think it turned out lovely. Even Lydia
(04:50):
had to agree that her hair had never been so beautiful. Now,
let's spend the rest of our time together talking about
happy times we've had so many. Soon, the women talked
and laughed until tears formed on their lashes, sharing stories
of childhood adventures and teenage misshaps. It's all part of
(05:11):
growing up, my dear friend. Lydia squeezed Toola's hand. I'm
glad You've been with me every step of the way,
and I'm glad you're here with me now. Tears welled
in Toula's eyes. Me too, honey, me too. After a
moment of silence, the two took to compose themselves. Tula
(05:34):
tried to sound as chipper as possible while I start
at your make up. How about we share stories about
other coronations. I think the earliest one I can remember
is when we were three. My mother forced me to
wear those black shoes that were too big for my feet,
and I clip clopped everywhere like a horse. Laughter broke
(05:56):
out between them. I remember those shoes. Those awful boys
even whinnied at you. I'd forgotten all about that. They
sure made me mad that day. That was the same
year mother forced me to wear that hideous pink dress
with the rough material that poked me all day. He
(06:17):
ended up with a rash from it, didn't you? I did?
It was terrible. I wanted to strip naked and run home.
Wouldn't that have been a sight? Tula and Lydia doubled
over in laughter and couldn't catch their breaths. Oh girl,
we have been through sometimes that we have the clock chimed.
(06:40):
Tula took a deep breath. We'd better get your make
up finished than get you dressed. Nothing but the finest
silks for you to day. Lydia's face fell, but she
sat patiently while her friend applied the final touches to
her make up and then helped her slip into the
folds of silk. Jewels and pearls adorned the dress, and
(07:02):
when Tula made all the necessary adjustments, they stared into
the mirror. Lydia, you look like you stepped out of
a fairy tale. I guess I have in a way
you're studying. I'm in awe of how beautiful you are.
A finer queen has never lived. Lydia looked at her
(07:25):
reflection and smiled. The clock chimed again. The time had
come for Lydia to make her way to the courtyard
on the castle grounds. A carriage waited for her outside
her parents home. She wouldn't see her mother or father
before she left. They'd said their good byes the evening before,
but promised her they'd be in the crowd. Before stepping
(07:49):
into the carriage, Lydia turned to see the only home
she'd ever known. From now on, everything would be different.
She couldn't worry about that now, however, she needed to
fulfill her role and serve her people. Lydia High Tower
was the past to day she was Queen Lydia. The
(08:12):
carriage rattled down the cobblestone street and the horses hoofs
caused Lydia to laugh. Her memory went back to that
long ago coronation day, me in my hideous, scratchy dress,
Tula in those awful shoes. The laughter broke the tension
for her, and as they approached the courtyard, she smiled
(08:32):
and waved to the adoring people young and old alike
flocked to the castle for the ceremony. The future of
her people rested on her shoulders. The carriage slowed, then
stopped at the steps of the castle. Thousands of people cheered.
When Lydia was assisted from the coach, she smiled and waved,
(08:52):
and more cheers erupted. The excitement of the crowd could
be felt. The people, elated to have such a beautiful queen,
were a buzz across the courtyard and even beyond to
the streets of the village that criss crossed like a
giant labyrinth. The ceremony itself became a blur to Lydia.
She received the blessing from the priest and felt when
(09:14):
the massive crown was placed on her head as she
knelt before the altar. When she stood, she felt her transformation,
and the people gasped in awe at how beautiful their
new queen was. They knew she was theirs, They knew
their village would be strengthened by her, and that she
(09:35):
was one to be revered. Now unable to walk under
the weight of her dress and crown, a transformed Lydia
was carried by castle guards into the castle. The humming
from the crowd reverberated through the stones of the courtyard
and into the castle itself. Their voices rose until even
(09:56):
the air reverberated with the sound. Her sentries carried her
gently to the sacred chamber, reserved only for the queen
and her courtiers. Her bed filled the center of the room.
Lydia's body vibrated once placed on the silken sheets and
set to work Immediately. Her now bulbous body quivered, and
(10:18):
she no longer looked like a girl. Her growing girth
rolled and undulated as she squirmed to fulfill her duties.
In this one day, Queen Lydia of the hive would
produce thousands of eggs. She embodied the future generation to come,
and she fulfilled her responsibilities dutifully. One after another, she
(10:41):
laid her eggs, which were carefully tended to by her servants.
Lydia would never leave this chamber. She couldn't even if
she wanted to. The changes in her body now made
it impossible for her to walk again. Hours passed and
she tired. Through sleepy eyes, she stared out the window
(11:03):
that gave her a view of her village. She watched
as an evening breeze blew the lace curtains dappled, lights
streamed through the window, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle followed.
The breeze spent, her life faded away, and the sunset
brought a perfect ending to an important day. Thank you
(11:33):
for joining me for this episode of the Into the
Night Anthology podcast. Written by Caroline Giamanco, narrated by Nariquak,
Theme music by Nico Rodriguez. All other original music, sound
design and editing by Omenhawk Studios. You can find our
links in the show notes. Into the Night is on
your favorite podcatcher, so make sure to like, subscribe and
(11:54):
leave a five star review to help other excursionists to
join us. I'll see you next time, and remember, whether
in the shadows or in the daylight, all twisted paths
lead you into the night. Into the Night Anthology is
a Creative Typo Entertainment production. If you had to pick
(12:17):
just one thing to entertain you for the rest of
your life, what would you choose? Creative Typo Entertainment is
a storytelling network of renowned indie creators with decades of
experience dedicated to helping you answer that question. Do you
(12:38):
have an affinity for cosmic horror, role playing and entrancing
yet mysterious storytelling. Check out our actual play D and
D podcast, Microphones and Monsters and easy to Binge thirty
to forty five minute episodes, and if that piqued your interest,
be sure to check out the spinoff of Microphones and
Monsters dread Tech Inc. For a fast paced, action packed
(13:02):
dystopian horror real play D and D story, or maybe
pop culture puns are more your style. A Fool's Quest
is a D and D role playing comedy podcast. Each
episode is under an hour so you can keep up
with the heroes and the villains in this gut busting
slapstick story with deep lore. And for something a little
(13:24):
more serious with much mystery and many suspenseful moments built
in the same world as a fools Quest, check out
the spin off Ethereal Embrace. Or maybe audio dramas are
more your speed, check out Stick Shift Incorporated, a serial
drama about life, death, and capitalism set in a fictional
(13:48):
version of modern day Vancouver, British Columbia. Do you want
your stories in smaller bites? Check out Into the Night
an anthology podcast. Each story in this thrilling and twisted
anthology explores the unexpected and leaves you yearning for more,
all in around ten to fifteen minutes per episode. Or
(14:12):
our newest audio drama follows Emily, who might be the
cause of the end of humanity. Emily is an anomaly,
chaos incarnate. In this story, Emily twists and turns between
the lines, trying to figure out who her friends are,
who is trying to manipulate her, and who is trying
(14:35):
to kill her as she tries to uncover the truth
about what is happening to her. And If you enjoy
watching your stories live, join us on creative Typo's Twitch
channel for a dark and winding campaign adventure through fantastical
worlds like a cursed kingdom and the Fay realms in
Elder Brains Crown of the Oath Breaker. Find all this
(14:58):
and more at creat rative typo dot comm
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