That night I tossed and turned. I remembered the last time I couldn't sleep. It was chaotic. But today wasn't about to be anything like that. I had started wearing ear plugs in order to prevent my hearing anything.
I looked out the window. It was open an air was blowing into my face.
What the heck I closed that hours ago.
I got up, stepped cautiously over to the window and looked out. There was nothing there. It wasn't windy or anything. I mean it was unlikely that the window had blown open but it had been really blowing when I'd turned that way and now it was calm as a dormant volcano.
I closed the window, locked it and put the key under my pillow. Then I got back into bed and switched off the lamp on my bedside.
I got comfortable on my back and closed my eyes.
I need to pee.
Great! So I switched my bedside on and walked across the room to the bathroom.
I did my business, washed my hands, switched off the bathroom light, waited a few seconds for the fan to switch off and then I got back into bed, switched off the lamp, got comfortable and then I was thirsty.
Eventually I gave up and sat on the couch watching TV with a cup of tea in my hands. I'm not about to lie there bored out of my mind in bed when I could be doing literally anything else.
So there I was, on the sofa. I had taken out the ear plugs so I could hear the TV.
Then the windy voice piped up for the first time in a while.
"Mortua, Mortua. MORTUA DIABOLUS. Non clausa nobis ex. Oportet te audire. Nos postulo vos intelligere. Hoc autem non est dicere esse, ignoratum, mittitur seorsum. Mortua es, magis quam scire. Mortua. Mortua Responsum nobis. MORTUA. MORTUA NON IRE. MORTUA POTESTIS AUDIRE ME? MORTUA NOS POSTULO VOS. MORTUA!"
(Mortua, Mortua. MORTUA DIABOLUS. Do not shut us out. We need you to hear. We need you to understand. This is not a call to be ignored, cast aside. Mortua you are more than you know. Mortua. Mortua Answer us. MORTUA. MORTUA DON'T GO. MORTUA CAN YOU HEAR ME? MORTUA WE NEED YOU. MORTUA!)
"NON! Qui est facere, quod non mauris. Suus ' non etiam originali, qui non idem mihi paucos ante menses ad Univer sic vos non originale, vel callidus."
I responded out loud, so whoever was doing that could hear how unimpressed I was.
(NO! Whoever is doing that it isn't funny. It's not even original, someone did the same thing to me a few months ago at Uni so you aren't original or clever.)
"It's not funny. stop."
The wind howled with what sounded like a scream of agony. Then it was silent. There was no disruption in the air. Calm breeze and soft moonlight trailed through the window like a peaceful. I wasn't sure if I was the one who calmed the storm raging in the air. I could feel it. Something big was coming, and it had to do with this voice.
The next morning, I went out, ready to take over the world. I walked outside, and summoned a huge storm and the sky grew dark.
"Nice morning to take over the world." I smirked to myself. Rain as hard as rocks smashed into the ground as people ran to take cover. I smiled down, before bursting with immense power.
"I AM UNSTOPPABLE!" I declared, just the same way we were taught to in school. It is important to make an 'I am-' statement before major destruction.
"I beg to differ." Came the confident, manly response.
I looked down to see Marcus looking up at me. "Morning, Mortua."
"I think you mean good night." I said, and sent down a blast of fire, large as a greek pillar. He rolled out of the way, before shooting at me with arrows of fire.
I rose higher and higher, dodging his arrows at a rapid pace. He pulled a flaming broadhead arrow from his satchel, drawing his bow, and aiming directly at me. With a loud twang he released the arrow, and as if in slow motion, I watched it career towards me like a rocket. I blasted it with water, and it came crashing to a halt.
I had the upper hand. I needed to push the weight onto him so he'll react quicker. I summoned a rock the size of a bean bag chair and dropped it onto him. It wasn't so heavy that he'd have withstanding injuries, but it rendered him momentarily imobile, enough time for me to see a woman and her daughter cowering behind a tree. The daughter couldn't have been more than three years old, and the mother clutched to her child in a desperate manner. I raised a wall of ice from the ground, pushing it slowly towards the mother and child, all the while, using my power to hold the rock down.
Marcus slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing the sight before him, he freaked out.
"Mortua, what are you doing? STOP!" He yelled. I was getting increasingly closer to the woman and her daughter, but I had faith that Marcus would feel the intensity of the situation and save them. He began to push up on the rock, attempting to get free. I loosened my hold on the rock holding him down, so it would be light enough for him to lift. But still, he struggled. It was like the weight hadn't changed at all. He was still struggling. But the wall was getting too close to the pair. I was growing anxious.
Finally I decided he was never gonna get it. So I flung the rock off of him. He immediately rushed over to me with his sword, slicing at my hand. The woman and child ran for a safe place to hide. I sighed. Marcus pinned me to the ground. I looked up at him, frowning.
"Marcus, what happened?" I asked. He hadn't been able to stop me without help from me.
"Mortua, you're much more powerful than me. I don't think anyone can stop you."
I frowned.
"Marcus, you're the cream of the crop. If you think something, it's probably true and you know I have absolute trust in you, but that can't possibly be true."
