Jasper winked and held up a finger before his one open eye. He sighed, only perceiving an unrecognizable blur. Since the battle, his left eye still hadn't healed, with his pupil torn in a jagged line and with a permanent slit through his eyebrow. The eye still moved, but that was all the functioning it held left. His mothers pushed him to wearing an eyepatch, but Jasper refused. He saw what hiding scars did to people, and he wasn't going to hide from anyone.
Worse than the partly loss of eyesight were the headaches accompanying the injury. At first, he thought it was migraines induced by a concussion, but it wasn't so extreme. Instead, it was a deep thud that resonated in the back of his mind like a new heartbeat, and when it sped up, which it did, ever so randomly, he had to shut both his eyes and hide from all light as any that reached his pupils felt like piercing blades through his brain.
And when he was thrust into that darkness, he would see flashes of images like the ones from the ballroom attack. Men fighting to kill each other in a swirl of chaos, Algernon battling against the attacks of a woman, and his friends dead on the floor as blood turned cold stone floors red. The headaches were only becoming more prevalent of late, and the images clearer, as he felt one coming on now, but an unexpected knock on his door pulled him away.
"Jasper," His father said, apprehensively entering the room.
"Yes?" Jasper strained to make out his father's face, but the paper clutched in his wrinkled hands came to focus immediately. The thudding of his head suddenly boomed. He dug his palms into his eyes as images of his friend's death became as clear as ever.
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Algernon Black
Romantizm"Gods aren't born. They rise." Algernon Black is the most infamous boy known throughout his world for a prophecy that would make him a god if he sacrificed the one he loved most. Downcast and disheartened, Algernon never paid the rumors much mind, u...
