Faolan couldn’t believe his eyes. She was here, but she didn’t remember her own name?
That wasn’t like Nesrin at all. Of all the people he had met over the course of his life, Nesrin was the least likely to forget things.
Instead of dwelling on the strangeness of his best friend's behavior, Faolan turned to a more pressing matter. The full moon that would fall on that night.
“I have to find a place. A place where it’s safe if the monster takes over.”
I’m not the monster, you are, the wolf inside of him spoke.
“Monsters kill. I don’t.”
I am you.
“I’m not dealing with you,” Faolan rolled his eyes.
He began wandering down halls, in the enormous fortress.
There has to be a secret passage somewhere, he thought.
On your left, the wolf growled.
Faolan turned to face the wall on his left.
The lamp.
Faolan saw what the wolf was talking about and lifted the lamp. A string must’ve been attached to the bottom because the solid wall that had been there a moment before, slid to the side and revealed a dark passageway.
Faolan, silently cursing himself for thinking a secret hideaway wouldn’t be dark and most definitely haunted, carefully started down the passageway.
He walked slowly and carefully. Who knew what kind of dark magical beings were down the passage?
The air smelled thickly of oil and spirits, the kind adults get drunk on. He couldn’t see his hand in front of him unless he allowed himself to use his wolf’s eyes. With how dangerous this uncharted path could be, he decided to allow himself to see.
As soon as his wolf-eyes began to see, he could see skeletons of men long forgotten and glass bottles, some broken and some not. The skeletons were bedazzled in jewelry. Whoever they once were, they were all rich. There was one skeleton that appeared to be different from all the others. It appeared younger and more childlike. It didn’t take long for Faolan to realize that this skeleton was probably of a teenage girl. Her skeleton was in better condition than all the others. She had clearly died more recently than the men.
Faolan kept walking.
Without reason, the wolf in his mind started growling. It took Faolan a moment before realizing that an eight foot tall zoslte stood before him.
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Evil & Love
FantasyNesrin has always been the quiet type. Faolan has always been the trouble maker. Ramiron is too good to be evil, but to evil to be good. Keilylia is so lost. Ahehp is an outcast. And Korei, well she's an untold story. A world in which magic and supe...