Ode to the 6th
In blades domain, in volcanic lair, Lives the Demon King.
Ascended here from realm other; Dark One, Angel Knight's brother.
Lord within his unholy temple; Lord of evil, Deaths great hand.
Sing... Pra...i...se... of... Hexinous The... 6th... SM...G
Alexsis's POV.
The first rays of morning light streamed through my window, coaxing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, sleepily, but refused to get up. After another 15 minutes I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.
I looked into the mirrors and saw my reflection staring back at me, my brilliant blue eyes framed by bags from my awful sleeping habits. I grab a brush and run it through my bright orange hair, wincing as I pull it through the many knots that form in my hair. After finishing this painful task, I pick up my toothbrush, wet it with some water, put toothpaste on it, wet it once more, and brush my teeth. After around 2 minutes of brushing my teeth, I spit out my tooth paste, drink a mouthful of mouthwash and gargle it for around 40 seconds then spit it out.
As I was walking downstairs to get myself some food, I collapse to the ground and start having visions of high, ashen halls of a temple as a voice growls at me,
"Laoe te sva, pytre hame wite sva-te brunt. Treclersw sva-te gesdawegs. ZEVICT ROED DEA."
"Be quiet, are you forgetting who's in control? De-et Si-Ma-Ge-𝟞, Zevra Gitrh Srid. Fr de sfe o vegt re hesd aq haemos, kel ka Tenanis," I retaliated, wincing in pain.
"Fine then," He growled back, "I'll let you be. But you'll call for me. You ALWAYS do." He retreated back to where he came from. Leaving me to myself.
I rose, head throbbing, and made my way down the stairs, clutching the railing the way down. As I reached the landing I could smell pancakes, and made my way to the kitchen with haste. On the table were several plates, there were eggs, bacon and pancakes stacked on them.
"Hello Brother-," Clive started to say, before he saw my face and turned pale, "What happened to you?" He exclaimed, voice brimming with fear.
"The dark moon-howler sung in the Old Tongue," I barely manage to make out, before I fall forward and faint.
No One's POV. (3RD person.)
As Clive tried to help his brother out, he couldn't stop his worry.
"Our friend who has lived since the Era of Magic is set to arrive in just under a week and He gives Alexis a message after being quiet for so long," he thought "Something is going to happen soon. I guess it's time to contact her." After Clive makes sure Alexis is okay, he goes into his bedroom and makes a call on his phone. "C'mon, c'mon, C'MON, please pick up," He muttered frantically.
"Hello?" answered a female voice from the phone.
"Anna, I need your help."
"What has happened?" I contemplated what to reply before carefully replying with,
"The dark wolf has sung the forgotten language." She let out a highly audible gasp.
"Why? He has not spoken for ages... unless"
"What is it?"
"It might be that because our friend from ages past is coming to visit, that He might be gaining more power."
"I'll keep a lookout, Anna, but we can only hope."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye... sister." They hung up and Clive went to check on his brother. When he reached the landing, he couldn't find his brother in the kitchen. But when he checked the living room there he was. He fell asleep on the couch.
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RomanceClive and Jake have been online friends for years. But they have never seen each other in person. That is until one faithful day, when they make a plan.They say there's no love at first sight; but what about amor prima facie, post mille annos?
