The cave's walls dripped with muck that slipped through the mountain's cracks. While strands worked their way down, others slid their way up in the never-ending cycle of power. No sound entered or left the cave, and only the vibration of its energy filled the air. It stifled any presence that entered, and to leave, something had to be left in return. It's how He initially left the cave. Instead, this time, He wasn't able to give anything in order to escape, He was the given.
He laid on the hard ground and relished the coldness that seeped into His skin.
This wasn't where He'd pictured Himself when He first caught word of Ever Realm's glorious future. Yet He supposed every path had its reasons, and He knew His was far from over. It had to be. The threads weaved into His lips served as a reminder. With His mouth shut, He had no choice but to use His other senses. They thought they were ridding Him of something powerful, instead, they gave Him something more – silence and time.
He could see what was coming, and it was the only thing that kept Him sane as He stared at the cave's blackened ceiling.
His time to shine was approaching, and His blood thrummed with every day that passed.
They may not know what the future held, but He did.
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Wicked Dreams (PUBLISHED)
FantasíaIt's been three days. Three days since the massacre. Three days since she lost a part of herself. Three days since she was forced to fill shoes that hadn't yet fit. Scarlett is the sole ruler of Ever Realm which is dying by the day. The darkness wai...
