Warriors

Chapter 12

Peekablue woke up in a familiar landscape. Sky blue and infinite with a simple, royal blue door with a gleaming, silver knob right in front of him. "OH COME ON! I HAD TO GET KNOCKED OUT WITH A BRICK!" He screamed out in pure frustration. Hopefully at the Eye. It saw everything, it had to be listening. "Fuck this." He muttered bitterly as he swung the door open and stomped through.

Facing him was a stern faced man with a bushy beard and fancy robes. Old tyrant. But he wasn't a statue this time. The feeling that struck through Peekablue's heart could only be pure horror, terror. "Yes, I killed him." He announced clearly and held his hands up. "No tricks. I'm admitting to my crime." Then he smirked darkly. He definitely had a trick.

"Why?" A woman shrieked out behind Peekablue who swivelled round. Slowly but surely he took in his surroundings. Mystacor. But...a little different. He was in some kind replay of time. Now this was something he understood. It had appeared in many books around Farsight. Old tyrant just kept grinning ominously and cocked head then giggled mockingly a little. The woman was dressed in noticeably plainer Mystacor robes. Her face was stained with tears. Her eyes were harshly red with her wails and deep in her expression she was rabid, torn apart by what could only be assumed as grief from what he'd heard so far.

"HE WAS A CHILD!" She screamed out. The man still didn't answer her.

"That's enough. Take her away. She's not in the right state of mind." A woman, wizened by her old age spoke up. Her neat, grey hair was pulled up in a head achingly tight bun and she carried herself with grace. She seemed powerful from just the air around her, despite her age.

"Poor thing. She's always been a little bit savage." He hissed out the last word like it was some kind of curse.

"You took her child's life. It's clear to see why she wants your guts strung up around Mystacor."

"Our dear leader. So wise. So all knowing." His words were kind but his tone was sarcastic. "If only you knew what I did..." He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a ring of flames. Peekablue snorted slightly, adding flames to make his teleportation more flashy, what a poser.

The vision crumbled around him and he was brought to a very different scene. A worn out room, small, cosy, suffocating. The walls had peeling paint and cracks all the way up to the ceiling. Old tyrant was there. With a shivering bundle in his arms. Peekablue took a few steps to see what he was holding...  He craned his neck to see it properly...

The vision disappeared in a WHOOSH of twisting, bright orange flames. He was suddenly plunged into a deep darkness. Suddenly, someone appeared in front of him. Greyed skin with a faint blue in her cheeks. Cracked, dry, dusty black lips turned downwards into a furious frown. Thousands of eyes scattered across her skin. "It's you. How- how are you here?" No one could invade visions. Was this part of the vision?

"STOP NOSING AROUND!" She roared at him, so viciously he had to take a few steps back. "You'll regret it." Then she faded into the shadows and he woke up.