Chapter Eighteen: Rollan

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Zing! Zing! Zing!

Each rasp of the cloth against the metal blade was a ring that screamed into Rollan's mind. He had been attempting to clean the spots of blood away using a rough piece of fabric. He worked at the area, but the crimson refused to yield. The blade that was once a pure white, now was dressed in red along a single edge. And though the sound wasn't necessarily loud, it was resonant like a bell, a clear and repeating chime. Not only did it make his skin crawl, it also plagued his thoughts with words that matched each passing metallic echo.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

"Regret" The metal said. Images flashed in his mind, faces mixed in pain and agony. Hundreds of eyes watched and hands reached towards him, pulling him close to the swarm of bodies. He saw Meilin, her mouth open in a snarl; feral and savage.

"Look what he has done!" She screamed, her voice turning into another harsh ping.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

"Monster!"

Artaran grabbed Rollan and the cursed people vanished, replaced by the man's wicked presence. He flickered into an inferno, punishing the boy who cried to be released.

"You could have warned them!" He yelled.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

The metal sang again, speaking, "Consequences".

"This is your fault! Conor spoke, his voice baying like a wolf. "That day you heard death would be coming to you, why did you choose to hide? Fate picked the sacrifice, but instead of warning the ones you love, you let them perish under that mistake."




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