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A shrill cry echoed in the mist, getting louder and louder as I walked further into the distance, carelessly stepping on the spindly branches on the ground. The darkness that had been overwhelming the sky for hours only seed to intensify with each step I took and my lungs were filled with the sll of death and fear that were hanging in the air. The autumn wind howled, sounding like laughter to my panicking mind as I had found myself thinking about the tragic days of my childhood that had now damaged irreparably. My thoughts were soon intruded though, as a sudden boisterous screech ca from afar, seeming to awaken the graphite sky with shocks of bright lightning strikes that sent shivers down my spine.
Behind a collection of weary and ancient oak trees shined a delicate light, seemingly from a lantern, informing that I had reached my destination. The lightning uncovered the outline of the mansion and it was evident that ti had perford irretrievable deeds upon my childhood ho, making reminisce the monts I once cherished.
I made my way into the house, the door loudly creaking upon my gentle touch.
The brown wooden boards screeched with every step I took, waiting to unveil the secrets contained between these walls. I took a mont to listen to the rain that was hitting dismally against the panes, staring at the pieces of glass that were dropping one by one, pushed away from their place by the violent droplets.
That only lasted for so long though, once the loud cries of pain reached from a distance. A cool shudder trickled down my spine as the sombre portraits on the wall seed to be staring deep into my soul behind layers of dust. My heart began pumping incredibly fast as I stood still in my position, petrified and unable to move a single bone in my body. It continued, continued and continued - getting closer to each second, louder in my ears. Whispers of long-dead children echoed with the sounds of footsteps that seed to be coming from nowhere, the room imrsing in darkness more and more.
Suddenly, a white shade stood before , its eyes gleaming with feelings of sadness and betrayal all at once, yet they were still as empty as the nothingness from which she ca.
As I looked at her, srized by her presence, she pierced with her glistening erald stare that seed to bore into the very depths of my soul. Its crimson and black dress was adorned with golden roses intertwined into a lace border and with each move she made, the dress flowed around her beautifully, making it seem as if she was floating weightlessly across the room. Confusion and fear were the only emotions running through my mind yet I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. I stood still transfixed in my position, feeling hypnotized by her being. She seed desperate to finally communicate with soone, her whispers sounding like the soft susurrations of wind in the trees, but in a split second all of my astonishnt had vanished. Her voice beca more sharply focused and the soft whispers turned to raspy groans of incomprehensible speech. "Y-you..you" she finally stuttered, with her shadow slowly fading into thin air. I scread at the top of my lungs, yet heard nothing in the overwhelming darkness.
I wanted to free myself from this agony that fulfilled and the anxiety that was taking over my whole body, making shudder uncontrollably. My feet were moving as fast as ever, sprinting towards the door only to have it shut right in front of my face. Nightmares, to , were always things concocted in one's mind but this went against everything I ever believed in. There was soone out for revenge, out for death and blood.
I turned around, only to see the crimson dress flowing along with the wind in front of my eyes again. She advanced slowly, her hands trembling
"Irene" Ciel whispered the na when she was woken up by a nightmare. Feeling bored she wanted to take a nap but ended up dreaming for three hours straight but it was too surreal to call it a dream.
From her experience, she knew it wasn't a dream but a mory of her past. The last witch queen, Irene. They all were her mories, cloudy and blurry but with passing days, all the dreams were turning clear and vivid. She could feel sothing changing inside her body.
Was it her hold?
Is her soul being suppressed by her? It was all thanks to Arthur, he was sohow suppressing her influence on her using his magic but now, with him gone, the after-effects were coming out.
"Not good," She muttered.
Waking up she decided to follow her wishes. The only way to deal with this thing was to talk it out. She didn't know she was going to do it, but one thing was sure, she can't let that thing play with her.
"Arthur. Tell the truth, why are you here?" Even after exchanging several blows, no one was able to end it. Vladis was still soft on Arthur, he had thought he would be able to rip his heart in an instant, the very next mont he would ever see him, but he was wrong.
Utterly wrong.
Feeling.
Emotions
They were still there, and he knew it and he did regret it for having them. Maybe he should have followed what his mother asked him to do.
Arthur smirked.
". Take a guess," he said as he attacked him swiftly.
Arthur was invincible, at least for Vladis he was.
Dropping his sword, he stared hard at Arthur. "It's useless."
"Hmm?"
"Fighting with you is useless."
"Good you know that."
Duhh!!
"Look Arthur. It's not going anywhere. So, if you want to kill then go, do it. Let's end it for once and all. I am tired." He sighed.
Arthur too put his sword back. He spoke after taking a mont. "You. What about Camy? She is still alive so why are you backing down?"
Vladis scoffed.
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