Boiling Through Time The Tragedy. Sequel to The famed Hamlet

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Horatio ran hopelessly through the night, stumbling over himself in the darkness. His limbs were numb from the cold air like his heart from the loss of his sweet prince. He couldn't bear to stay for the burial so he had fled. He wept as he clawed his way through the brush, his despair crashing down on him again and again each time he thought he had caught his breath. Horatio's foot caught a log and he crumpled into the mud, not having the strength to bring himself up. Without Hamlet he was nothing, he had no direction, no purpose. Frustration and guilt swirled in his chest. If only he had told Hamlet how dear he was to him maybe he could have saved him from his tragic end. Maybe he could have convinced him to leave it all behind, flee with him before Fortinbras had even reached their walls. But it was too late now to think about all that. Once the sun rose and began melting away the snow Hamlet would be lowered into the ground, forever separating them.

Freezing mud clung to Horatio's limbs as he curled into himself embracing the lonely darkness, at least this way no one, not even himself could see how pathetic he was. But then light flooded through his eyelids, he squeezed them tighter shut. Perhaps this was a spirit or demon coming to steal him from his sorrows. He would gladly let them. Then the light grew brighter and a faint buzzing was heard accompanied with a hum. Horatio peaked his eyelids into slits to see an orb circling above him. The thought occurred to him that maybe it was his Sweet Prince, come to the land of living as his father had. Come to confess his feelings for his dear friend which in truth was so much more. But no figure came from the light. Instead Horatio felt a sense of paralysis, he was lifted from the clinging mud, then through the treetops, then into the frigid air. Then all went black.