As far as the Stars take you // A Marxolor Story

Chapter Four

I had the nightmare the following night.

The figure had wings like me, but instead of a yellowish color, they were like a blood red. It was looking at me, with a ravenous look on its face, as if it was ready to attack something. "W-What are you?" It looked at me, as if it was surprised I asked that. "Silly, You don't recognize me?" It said in a Surprised tone. "I'm sorry but no, I don't recognize you." I tried to talk to it in a calm voice, but I was terrified. "Really? That's quite funny." It said. "I'm Your Soul form, I thought you knew that." It said with a Chuckle. That's when it dawned on me. My soul is waiting to be free. It wants to take over Popstar.

"Wh-What? I Thought I gave up on that years ago!" It glanced back. "You did, but I've been waiting in the shadows, waiting for my perfect chance. And when that time comes, it's gonna be a blast!" At this point it was Laughing, almost Cackling. "N-No, I won't let that happen." Then it looked at me, "You're kidding, right? "Actually don't answer that, I know you're kidding." It gave me a soft smile, which just sent chills down my spine. "Hold on Marx, This Game's about to get a lot more interesting."