Mellione's POV
"We should get back inside-" I hear Seth speak but I'm not sure I understand what he is saying.
I feel drawn to the bonfire, like a month to a flame, and my hand slips out of his with such ease I'm almost sure it was supposed to happen like this. Slowly, the chaotic storm of thoughts slowly sink into a haze of whispers. Whsipers that do not belong to me.
Death...
Pestilence...
Famine...
Death to the creatures that roam our forests and hunt us...
Pain...
Sufference...
It was a choir of voices that were deafening any other thought I had, as i walked numbed towards the fire. The stench of rot and death don't seem to bother me anymore, despite the strong punch they deliver with every step I take closer towards the fire. I want to stop, but I can't, as If I was suddenl
