Drip. Drip.
Every drop echoed like a ticking clock as you walked through the tavern. The cold wooden floor seemed alive, pulsing with something dark. Blood stained your clothes-yours? Theirs? Did it matter?
Your head, arms, and legs were still wrapped with bandages that were now drenched in blood. Your old wounds that were painstakingly healed were once reopened, gashed and cut with new ones.
The silence was heavy, but inside your head, chaos reigned. Screams filled your mind, a deafening sound of pain and fear you couldn't escape. Were they real? Were you?
It hurt. You scratched your wrist, over and over again, your nails digging deep in your skin. "AaaAAhh," you tilted your head in frustration, feeling your magic electrify your skin.
It was like you were in a constant state of your magic out of control. It boiled inside you, burning your skin from the inside. It was painful. So painful that you wanted to laugh and just go on a fucking killing spree to relieve your overflowing magic.
Shadows twisted around you, their eyes watching, mouths grinning. Birds? People? Beasts? They whispered cruelly, their voices a blend of malice and confusion.
Its painful. So painful that you wanted to laugh.
The pain kept you wide awake, reminding you and never letting you forget the hatred you held.
You giggled, a high, strained sound that filled the emptiness. Was it your laugh or theirs? The lines between you and them blurred, twisting together until you couldn't tell where you ended and they began.
How you wanted the world to descend into chaos, sharing the joyful insanity. But you felt perfectly sane at the same time. It was the kind of feeling that made you feel like you had everything in the palm of your hands.
It was liberating.
The hallway warped before you, stretching and twisting. Was it growing longer, or were you shrinking? Each step thrilled you, the madness making everything feel vivid and sharp.
From the corner of your eyes, you saw a sigil. Your eyes flicked sharply towards that direction. It was the same sigil that you wanted to erase from history.
An unsuspecting letter laid on the ground.
For a moment, your entire being froze, eyes flashing with the sight of the castle. But you regained your composure.
You took it from the ground curiously your smile never leaving your face.
Timothy Williams,
Sweet innocent Timothy... your very own favorite friend. Oh how you missed old times. But as you continued to read, your grin grew wider, eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Change is sweeping across the Boiling Isles, bringing uncertainty and tough choices that will shape our future.
I know you not just as a member of the resistance, but as someone with courage, intelligence, and vision. While your cause is noble, it is weakened by division and lacks the strength needed to achieve its goals. The ideals that once inspired you now lead only to endless conflict.
I offer you a different path-one that honors your skills and gives you real power. By aligning with the Crown, you can help shape the kingdom's future without resorting to rebellion.
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