Solar Eclipse

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Why hello there fellow humans

Let's just pretend that I have totally been updating on time...

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(Roman's POV)

The once fearsome king lays on the ground, a shattered pendant nearby.

A crushing pain fills my chest as I watch the haze make its way to De before consuming him. His eyes began to glow and change. What once was D, no longer existed.

I watched in horror as the man looked me dead in the eye, a villainous smirk permanently sewn on. As quickly as he had made his appearance, he was gone.

But so was Virgil.

"Roman,"

The voices echo in my head. Louder and Louder.

"Roman," I try to push them away but it's no use.

"ROMAN!" All of a sudden my body feels cold. My eyes shot open to see a concerned Remy holding the sheets. 

I lay on the bed, uncovered and sweating. My hands still shook from the memories racing through my mind.

Remy took a step. As he did, my whole body flinched as I looked him in the eye, fear behind them.

"Roman, you need to breath," all I could do was stare. The world started to get blurry. Pieces floated off into the darkness fighting to cover my vision. I felt a hand on mine and the bed sink slightly.

Someone held them tight.

"It'll be ok, just breath," soothing thumbs rubbed over my knuckles as I focused.

In and out.

In and out.

In for 4.

Hold for 7.

Out for 8.

These steps were repeated over and over until my vision came back clear.

The strong hands still held mine.

"V?" Someone sighed and the hands squeezed tighter.

"Just Remy," an awkward silence fell between us. Of course it was Remy. I knew it was him.

Virgil was gone.

"Was it the same nightmare again?" I nodded sadly. Everyone called it a nightmare when I knew without a doubt it was a memory of that night.

That horrible night that changed everything.

My silence was enough for Remy to understand. A hand cradled my back as he helped me to sit up. I still sat there, eyes refusing to look at my friend.

He has been here for every one of these episodes that have sadly become even more common.

"Well when you are ready," he paused, "your advisor requests your presence in the war room. New information has come to light that you may need to know." All I could do was nod, giving a small glance in his direction. The bed rose as Remy made his way to the door, "take your time. There is no rush."

His shoes clacked against the floors as he walked out, giving one more pitying look towards me before closing the door.

What has happened to me. I hate this.

I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling useless. I hate this cold and dark feeling growing day by day inside.

This guilt that covers me.