Mage's Curse

Visions

Ms. Zox sets the boy on the couch. He puts his knees up to his chest and runs his arms, shivering.

Mrs. Zox looks at the boy and hands him a thin blanket. He gratefully accepts it.

He looks out the window and sees something odd. A sketched human in a lab coat holding a syringe, surrounded by gears.

"What's that?" He askes, a bit creeped out.

"Hmm?" She turns to where he's pointing, to see the green trees a flowers. "What?"

"But... never mind." He shakes his head and closes his eyes.

Visions of him jabbing a silver sword down, screaming flash in his head. He digs his nails into the couch.

"Are you ok Seto?"

He sees himself with glowing bloody hands standing on a cliff edge staring at the moon.

"I see... the night sky."

Mrs. Zox sighs lightly with a level of relief. "Oh... uh you must be looking outside dear? I think you should rest."

"Right. Outside..." He turns to look outside. "I just need to rest..."

She looks at him with a arched eyebrow.

"Ok, well it seems that you should be better soon. I guess just go back to sleep. Can you walk?"

Seto gets up an manages to stand.

"Good. You're already getting better. That's a good sign."

Seto smiles weakly, and heads upstairs.

-I'm not going to bother putting the date anymore. For why must I know the date of which a event has happened?

I fear that I having horrid hallucinations of stuff that I can no longer explain. The sickness I seem to have contracted seems to be healing at a rapid pace, but what could cause such a awful illness to leave so quickly? What could cause these odd images? That is a question that I can not answer. But it all started after I met that person of pencil lines. I must read about it further.-