Ashsib is alone in a space of complete darkness.
"Hello?" His voice echoes in a wide space, but no answer comes. He was not here a moment ago and there is nothing to walk towards. When his echo recedes, he realizes the black sword is still clutched in one hand. It's heavier than Ashsib expects it to be. He can't lift it with one hand, or even two, in fact its as if the blade is actively resisting him. Never one to put much effort in, Ashsib lets go.
The sword hits the floor with a clang, and it echoes, too, in the silence, but it's voice returns louder. It's voice is cruel. Ringing turns into wailing and sobs so wretched they cut at Ashsib's soul. He covers his ears.
Of it's own accord, the sword rises, aiming at Ashsib's chest. As if hypnotized, Ashsib watches the point circle his heart. Paralyzing fear brings sharp detail of the black metal inching closer. Of the gradient of the edge promising violence.
The space grows hot and stifling. The smell of fire eating. Figures too dim for detail run by in Ashsib's peripheral vision, but he can't look away from the sword.
"Help!" Ashsib cries out to those around him, but they don't seem to notice, "Help me!"
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Ashsib and the Cat Beast
Fantasy~Cat Beast Saga Book 1 (Parts 1-3)~ Ashsib is a coward, and weak, and whiny, he gives up easily, is socially awkward, and feels just like waste of a person in general. He's a member of a small crew running a merchant ship who sometimes doesn't ask w...
