Chapter 157: The Tale Of The First Magical Vampire {5}
Nicklaus stood in a white solitary background, he just entered the border and found himself here, it seems like getting to the Holy Library won’t be an easy feat. He sighed looking around, no path or portal opened for him, how was he gonna get there... he was the chosen, wasn’t he? This seed to be more difficult just like he hoped, candies don’t exactly fall from the skies, and he will have to obtain them through sheer strength and wit if he has to.
He began walking on the white path, although it didn’t seem like he was walking because the area wasn’t moving, this truly was an endless white background, but he just kept going, his eyes scanning for any open path or crack or more a portal, he wasn’t gonna give up not when he has co this far, he will find the Holy Library and obtain power, he will set on his goals no matter what, backing down on wasn’t exactly an option for the mont he stepped into the border there was no going back, he will certainly find the anchor that tether to the Library.
At the sudden rush of determination, his eyes glead the brightest green color, noticing his eyes were doing such, sothing he had never experienced before he ca to a halt.
"What’s happening to my eyes?" he said, vampires eyes when their beast surface was black, not what was happening to him right now, so what could this be? This wasn’t normal, sothing was happening to him and he knew it, sothing magical? He felt sothing soft drop on his face, brushing against his cheek and turning to pieces, soft and cold? He looked up because it ca from above and then he saw bits of snow suddenly descending. It was snowing right now, was he perhaps doing this? But he was certain that he wasn’t, his mood was controlled. And then the realization struck him.
"It’s the Holy library," he said for certain as his eyes narrowed, it gotta be it because... because he can feel it, a strong cold... not a strong energy and he will trace it. He began walking further hoping to find the source, that was the anchor, he was feeling the anchor leading to the library, he has finally found it... if he could just follow where the snow fell the hardest and where the cold was more, that will most certainly be the source, the source of the Holy library.
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The cold wind beca harsher that almost blinded his eyes, the whistling cold air along with snow, his shoes march into a cold puddle and then he looked down, snow puddles were now on the floor, which ans he was getting close to sothing, that must be the crack and it got colder, although he was a vampire and normal cold didn’t phase him, he was the bringer of cold itself, but this particular cold got to his bones, he could feel it, they were freezing, surprisingly enough for him he felt very cold.
He pulled the hood of his cloak to cover his head, using the cloak to cover his body more away from the cold. As he sauntered further it got colder, the strong wind blustering with snow harsher and the more difficulty he walked with the snow puddles, marching on them with the force for they were too much and wasn’t making it easy for him to work.
His teeth chattered as he folded his arms together and kept going ahead although it felt like he couldn’t feel his legs anymore, they were becoming still from the cold and they were shocking, a tingling sensation that caused him to shiver more, and his teeth chattering endlessly, so this was what being cold felt like, he knew that feeling now and it was chaotic.
Every strength and force he used to walk further, although the puddles on the ground were restraining him from doing so, he was drawing much snow with every step, the puddle of the snow reached his knees, it was deep very deep.
He suddenly stumbled and fell flat on the snow, it buried him as the bluster continued to move. His body move and he forced his face away from the snow as he tried to regain his breath, the snow almost choked the life out of him there, he coughed painfully trying to get the snow off his body, his body weaken, he might be a vampire but he was still a maturing one.
He laid on his back, his weak eyes t the white skies, he hadn’t realized it, he was no longer at the border but in this new world that was about to kill him.
Will he die right now? Without finding the library? He was chosen. He was supposed to find it but the first and the last didn’t exactly an he would find it. Maybe the first and the last ant he would die trying and be the last to ever sort the library. He surely must have heard it wrong, because this was it, the cold had already gone through his insides and he was freezing from the inside out.
Magnus Nicklaus Darkmore seems like his death is evident now. ’I couldn’t reach my goal’ his eyes leisurely closed as darkness slowly found him. ’Clelia was right... I have only darkness in my path... death’ his eyes close.
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I covered my mouth, my trembling eyes on Nicklaus. "Did you..." I began not knowing what to say. "Did you die?"
An amusent crossed his lips. "If I did, would I be right here right now?
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