Vindictive to the ghoul Alpha's desire

Chapter 16: Eeriest experience

“Mom, I can't see Mike. Isn't he back yet?” Levite asked. “Apparently, I don't know,” my mom responded while engrossing herself in what she was reading to make him bored and all his questions unanswered. “You ask a lot of questions at a time” my mom complained with less attention.

“Okay, Mom, I quit,” Levite finally said and left. My mom puffed as a sign of relief while flipping to the next page of what she was doing.

Levite walks out and calls in his four friends to join him because he is to watch a scary movie. They all entered with a luggage of noise, and being jovial. They say still with that same feeling as Levite was placing the DVD in the DVD drive.

“Can you kids pipe down for a little? I need the environment to be like a cemetery.” Everyone became calm since she dictated.

Levite ran to get some popcorn, in the kitchen. A slight noise of happiness burned up since they were to be entertained by the popcorn. Their noise did reach my mom's ears, but it could be negligible.

It was on, and they began watching with so much fear.

In some minute's time, I opened my eyes to a clean, keen floor. I turned my face to the part of which the wind was blowing from its point of origin to me, I was one’s feet, standing in front of me. I did freak out, but I created an indentation to part of that feeling, and I woke up to see the person properly.

I succeeded in standing, but I couldn't still see the person's face, since he was back facing me.

As the sorcerer led me into his dwelling, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The ordeal in the forest had taken its toll, and I stumbled, my legs giving way beneath me.

The sorcerer caught me, his grip like a vice as he held me upright. I tried to speak, but my words slurred, and my vision began to blur.

The last thing I remembered was the sorcerer's voice, echoing in my mind as he said, "Rest now, traveler. You are safe."

When I woke up, I was lying on a soft, velvet-covered bed. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering like fireflies in the darkness. I sat up, rubbing my temples, trying to clear the fog from my mind.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around, taking in the sorcerer's dwelling. I was stunned. The room was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, stretching all the way to the vaulted ceiling. The shelves were packed with ancient tomes, their leather covers embossed with strange symbols and markings.

The floor was made of polished marble, reflecting the candlelight like a mirror. In the center of the room, a massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls.

But what truly took my breath away was the sorcerer's collection of artifacts. There were ancient statues, mysterious devices, and strange, glowing orbs that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air. I felt like a kid in a candy store, my eyes wide with wonder as I took in the sorcerer's incredible collection.

Just then, the sorcerer appeared in the doorway, a warm smile on his face. “Ah, welcome back, traveler,” he said. “I see you're feeling better. Come, let me show you around my humble abode.“

I nodded eagerly, still trying to take in the sheer scale of the sorcerer's collection. He led me on a winding tour of the dwelling, pointing out various artifacts, and we shared our stories.

We walked through a room filled with ancient scrolls, each one carefully preserved and stored in a delicate, crystal tube. The sorcerer showed me a collection of rare, glowing mushrooms that grew only in the darkest depths of the forest. And we passed through a chamber filled with strange, mechanical devices that whirred and ticked like clockwork.

As we walked, the sorcerer told me about his life's work: studying the ancient arts of magic and collecting the rarest, most powerful artifacts in the land. He spoke with a passion and enthusiasm that was infectious, and I found myself becoming more and more fascinated by the world of magic.

Eventually, our tour led us to a cozy, fire-lit study deep in the heart of the dwelling. The sorcerer gestured for me to take a seat, and I sank into a plush, leather armchair.

The sorcerer sat opposite me, a warm smile on his face. "So, traveler," he said, "I must ask: what brings you to these woods? What is it that you seek?" He acted like he had forgotten everything thing, which made me surprised.

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something about the sorcerer's kind, gentle eyes that put me at ease. I took a deep breath and began recalling him of my presence, which made him act like he did remember. He smiled and told me that he was just pulling my leg.

“Come, let's have a talk near the heat source,“ the sorcerer walks forward, and later, he turns backward in thinking that I was following, and since I wasn't but rather staring at the entire woods with a cloudy thought, he then purposed.