The Manifestation.
256 Words
The whisk of air from the window doused the blue fluttering flames into nothingness. The only response for Edgard’s plead was the silence of this solitude. His days had begun to number, his own blood would be the traitor of his legacy. Edgard couldn’t bear his temper and agony pulsing inside him. He stormed toward a big vase which was kept near his bed and shoved it against the floor. The vase shattered into fragments just like hi soul.
Edgard heard a whisper from the wall. He knew who is calling for him.
‘I did not summon you.’ He spoke staring far away from his window into the ocean.
The whisper erupted into a dense cloud of blue smoke submerging every corner of the chamber into its unrelenting darkness.
‘I not your slave.’ The raspy whisper said, ‘I come when I will. I go when I desire.’
‘What do you want?’ Edgard asked sternly.
‘You can’t kill the boy. Your puny soldiers can’t kill the boy.’ The whisper said.
Edgard scowled curtly. ‘What are you talking about?’ He glared.
‘The boy who stole your dragon…,’ the whisper paused and a misty figure crackled through the walls. ‘You want him, don’t you?’ The figure stared deep into Edgard’s eyes.
Edgard saw the eternal darkness staring back at him from the two empty eye-sockets of the gnarly skull.
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