“Breathe!”
He awoke, but didn’t open his eyes, not daring to leave the pleasant numbness that was left in his body by the not-yet-finished sleep. He stretched out, perplexed and yawned pleased. He lay on the cold floor asking himself foolish questions for hours.
“Who am I? Why can’t I remember? “ He racked his brains trying to find any memory of himself, but it was useless. He saw only darkness… He felt empty.
He lifted himself from the floor and gazed upon the room. A mirror stood in front of him and a man was watching back at him, blinking, moving with him in the same way at the same time. He smiled at his handsome face and touched the delicate surface of the mirror, softly following the shape of his face.
Someone started to sing a strange song that rose more and more, overcoming the silence of the room. That woman`s voice, soft but still strong, comforting but still threatening , was so familiar to him. Another question to add to his list. He turned again watching the mirror. He was so mystified by his appearance. He took a step and gazed into his black?... grey eyes.
“I`m not that bad anyway” he laughed.
“Not bad at all, Ilith!” a harsh voice echoed trough the room.
He stepped back and saw another figure in the mirror. His hand reached to take “something” from his waist but only grasped air. He clenched his fits, waiting, watching at the young man that stood tall, gazing at him amusingly.
“Calm down! Will ya?” said the lad standing close to the wall.
“Who are you?”
“ Stop playing with me, Ilith! I`m your brother, Nayn, you moron!”
Ilith let his arms fall to his sides. He searched hopelessly into his mind and his memories came back. But not one after another… Noooo… All at once like a herd of mad sheeps leaving Ilith a little confused. He ignored the small dizziness and smiled back at Nayn.
“ I thought I'd never see you again, Fur ball!” he giggled.
“ No time for jokes. You messed up big time. Braethar lost his mind when he found out that you died.”
“Why?”
“The mark that you have on your hand is the mark of the sword. You never asked yourself what “Avargorn” means? Means “Death”. So if you die … You are dead… anyway if you die every single human being on earth will die.”
“ So the demon fouled me?”
“ Yes. I need to send you back… I`m sorry , my brother!”
Something dashed Ilith to the ground and screamed when an agonizing pain cut trough his head like a heated blade.
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This will continue!!!
i`m gonna go buy it tomorrow ... probably this week. Cheers for your replies m8
