Rome's Lunar Child

Prologue

Hey guys. I'm not having a good week, so I wrote this. GHS was a little too real for me. So I needed some fantasy. Not sure when chapter 1 is coming out. Enjoy.

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Drip

Drip

The sound of water, serenely running down a stalagmite.

The cave was dark. The only source of light, coming from a lone mirror.

A young man stood in front of it. A blade held firmly in his grip. The eery light, emitting from the mirror, reflecting off the bronze weapon's surface.

The man was probably in his late teens. Or maybe early twenties? He was young, but his eyes and expression held the visage of a person who has seen events worth multiple people's lives.

A green eyed gaze, solely fixated on the mirror.

The mirror itself, was a conundrum. An unknown metal, glowing in an unknown colour. A peculiar mystery.

The man's reflection gazed back at him. Except, it wasn't him.

The image staring back, was different. More mature. More emotionless. More broken.

The man's gaze drifted to the eyes of the reflection. A different set of eyes, gazed back. Lifeless eyes.

The man looked at the ground. His grip tightening on his sword. Knuckles turning white.

He glared at the mirror, hardening his resolve. He had to do this. There's no turning back now...

Slowly, he raised the bronze blade. Tightening his other shaking hand around the hilt, he pointed the tip of the sword towards the intended target.

Deep breaths, he thought to himself. It will all be worth it in the end...

Steadying himself, he channeled power into his blade. The metal surface, glowed in a new rich green light.

Swallowing the building saliva in his mouth, he stabbed the sword...

He gasped in pain, as the sword entered his abdomen.

Letting go of the hilt, he stumbled closer to the mirror.

Propping himself onto it, he slowly slid down to the floor of the cave.

He struggled to breath, the blade and it's power, sapping his life away.

His thoughts went to his family, his parents. His friends...

An image entered his mind.

A head of blonde hair, tied in a neat ponytail. Stormy grey eyes, quick witted and wise.

He coughed up blood as tears ran down his face.

My love...

His vision darkened. The girl's face slowly fading away.

I'm sorry...

...

The corpse laid there, leaning against the unknown mirror.

His blood, slowly covering the cave's darkened floor.

It remained there...

Until

The last droplets of blood, left the corpse...

A sound echoed throughout the cave. The floor glimmered in newfound power.

Runes, once hidden by time and ware, shined brighter and brighter.

Intricate symbols, each more complicated, and beautiful than the last, absorbed the blood staining the floor.

The mirror morphed, metal frame and glass, liquefying. The liquid engulfed the corpse.

A chant could be heard, echoing across cave. Words of a forgotten tongue, speaking rapidly. One voice. Another. And another. An unholy serenade.

The cave rumbled and shook. The light from the runes, enveloped the entire space, leaving no room for large shadows to form.

The light then receded. Everything was as it was. No lights. No corpse. No chanting.

Undisturbed by the beings that entered earlier than the now dead young man.

Good? Bad? Better than the 1st time I tried writing this story? I think so.

Salut.