It has been eight years. Eight years have passed since my brother stepped out of the house.. Eight years since the clock in my room stopped moving. Eight years have passed since I first felt alone. Eight years have passed since I, Dan, started to feel truly alone.
Life had not been the same without my brother. Life is barely livable. Life is something that ticks away with every budge of the needle. It is something predictable. It is boring. Or so I thought.
I saw her on the side walk.
She walked with a grace that kept eyes on her, a style of sauntering down the path that made heads turn. She walked with an elegance kept solely to the nobles and the rich. Her hair was long and of a burning hue of dark brown, swaying in the fine cool breeze. Her skin shined in the morning sun. It was a shine that attracted attention. It was a shine that gathered envy and jealously. When she turned, I saw her eyes. It transfixed me. The crystal clear eyes of bright serene blue sparkled in the light of the day. Her dress swayed and flowed with her walk. It was perfection gliding with liquid grace that met my eyes, which transfixed me, that shocked me. The curve of her lips was a symbol of perfection, and her smile showed tranquility and peace. I was transfixed, awe struck by her beauty, mesmerized by her. I found my self following what seemed to me as the most elegant and beautiful person in the world. I found myself under her mesmeric control.
She walked down the sidewalk, oblivious to her charm, oblivious to what she had done to me. I followed her down the sidewalk, slowly, silently, carefully, admiring her perfect self, the shocking sky blue in her crystal eyes. She whom I saw as an angel walked on, heading for the curve that led to the bright forest. She turned. I followed, with questions that pounded in my head. A forest? Why is she entering a forest? Quickening my pace, I followed the small path and found myself looking at naught but the tall trees in the bright forest.
The sky darkened. It was not the darkness of the night, but the darkness of the shadows. The gentle breeze died, replaced with a pungent lingering stench of the dead. The trees spread, covering the dense forest with its dark green cape, throwing the forest into the grasps of the shadows. The air was still, yet the area seemed cold. It was freezing, yet I was not shivering due to the cold, but shivering because of the eerie silence that descended on the now dead forest. Evil. The forest reigned of evil in is full dominance.
An agonized cry shook the air. It seemed like the cry of the dead itself. The lingering stench of the dead grew stronger, mixed with the deranged cries of someone, or something. I looked up, and saw the source of darkness itself.
It had the head of what seemed like a cross between a rotting snake and a monitor lizard, with two horns curling towards the front and two hollows for its ears. Dark leathery wings spread out of its ravaged back and curled forward, flapping and keeping its rotting body afloat, creating a gust strong enough to eradicate anything in its path. There was nothing to cover its dirt-covered bones, save the few patches of rotting flesh that wrapped its torso and parts of its white leg. Black claws extended from every one of its bare fingers, curling inwards towards its spiked knee. Amongst it all, was that hair grew out of its bare, empty skull. It was a burning hue of dark brown. Its red eyes shined in the surrounding darkness and crimson blood dripped from a crack in its deformed skull; blood that seemed as dark as the darkness around it. It shrieked, wrecking the trees that stood in its path. Its eyes fixed on me. Its eyes shone with an invisible force. It was the desire for my death, and my end.
Fear. Fear shook me. I tried to edge towards the edge of the forest but something held me in place. It shrieked once more. With a gust of wind it leapt off the branch and flew towards me. Revealing its fangs it let out another cry and its eyes shone with crimson blood. I couldn’t move. I saw Death coming straight at me. I saw the end of my life in front of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and knew that the end was near.
I was going to die, yet I could not do anything. Nothing at all.
I waited.
I waited for my death. The searing pain. The numbing heat.
I felt nothing.
I opened my eyes.
The creature was frozen in mid air, suspended by an invisible force, unmoving. Eight queer symbols shone from the ground forming an octagon made of glowing lights. Every symbol pulsed one after another in a steady tempo, and the air around it was heavy with what seemed to be raw power. A figure stepped out from among the mass of trees. Blood dripped from the tip of his index finger. The cloak he wore covered his entire body and the blood seemed to be the only colour within the shadows of his figure. Stepping over to the edge of the still-glowing octagon, he reached for the ground, and with his blood, traced eight more symbols in the ground behind each of the initial symbols, forming a second ring around the creature.
There was a glint as he extracted a knife with a silver hilt and sparkling blade and dragged its edge against his hand, drawing a line of blood. The blade grew darker in hue, till it matched the blood pouring out of the open wound. He pressed his bleeding palm onto the ground and the new symbols glowed dark red. A line stretched out from each symbol and connected the symbols together, forming a second octagon.
The air no longer ringed of power, it was now filled with a fizzy sort of energy. Soon, swords made of what seemed to be black light materialized in mid-air and stuck itself into the creature. There was a flash, and the creature was on the ground, cut into pieces and vaporizing on the very spot that it fell on.
The symbols stopped glowing.
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