Dragons and Witches

CH.27

Darkon was sitting on the rock beside the water fall like always, a blindfold in his hand, he sighed closing his eyes.

He was sitting crossing his legs, in the dark of the night he couldn't even feel chilly, add to that he didn't even wear any shirt, leaving his chest bare to the cold wind.

Darkon took a couple of breath again, before taking the blindfold and slowly even sensually he covered his eyes to then quickly with firmness tied the end to his head, his head jerking upright with a hard face.

A moment or two passed, and his body relaxed his head still upright, but his body relaxed. In the cold night he was sweating profoundly, but it seemed like drops of rain that shined as Crystals in the moon light. He was so still that one would think him not there.

"Darkon."

A blurry scene appeared in his head to disappear as quickly.

Someone was running, running and running until sore feet appeared in his view.

"D-Darkon!"

The scene in his head felt like a glitch, one similar to his endless dreams, but the difference is that he was making it come to surface by force.

"Save me!"

Scenery after scenery passed his eyes, making him clutch his hand.

"Let go! Let go!."

His eyes twitched.

"Why didn't you save me?" A girl crying mumbled words he couldn't hear. He could see stream of tears falling on her cheeks, but her eyes were not visible, she raised a hand towards him, but she disappeared.

He gritted his teeth, swallowing. His face was hard as he thought that he will get to something, but then...he heared a rustling sound beside him, he was going to get himself out of the state of illusion he forced on himself, but to his surprise he couldn't get out. So he tried again.

"Don't try it." A playful voice sounded in his mind.

He found himself inside the white space again, he was still blindfolded but, he stood there, Darkom took of the blindfold angrily and turned to see a similar version of him sleeping on a high invisible rock one leg bent and the other leaning on his knee as he moved his legs around in circle with a straw inside his mouth moving left and right.

Darkon glared at the scene in front of him, "sometimes I hate to look at you." He spat angrily.

His blood lust moved and slept on his stomach, leaning his chin on his clasped hands tilting his head, "why? Because I am handsome?" He blinked his eyes rapidly acting cute.

"What do you want?" He didn't bat an eye to what he said and stood rigidly.

His blood lust sat up and stretched yawning. "I want to come out." He rubbed his eyes.

"No." It was a finality from Darkon's side.

"But, why!" He pouted.

"You tell me why do you want to come out, every time you want to come out, it's either because I sense danger or in battle and illusion training, what's with you coming out every two days!" Darkom was annoyed, enough with the night strolls, enough with the sudden impulse.