The Curse of The Red Pearl

Chapter 6: Keira Anderson

I was inside my hotel room, voices inside my head persuading me to 'kill, burn, ravage, destroy' I didn't know what was happening. I was such a nice man the day before well besides the whole thief thing, but that's cause I was almost robbed. This time I threatened to kill for no reason, her cowarding before me felt so... Amazing like I was in charge, the one who decides who lives and who dies. A god.

But that was never me back then. Back then I was a kind person, the one who would step up to one of my friends being bullied at Ender High. I would be the one to help. I think, it's cause of that blasted pearl! That thing is what caused me to become this, this... Whatever I was becoming.

I had to leave, I had to seek help from someone from the Mesan Docks. Ny skin was getting darker and darker to the point where it was almost as black as the night. I sighted a white cloak in one of the rooms corners and grabbed it hoping to cover up my changes. I also stocked up on items and then checked out of the hotel. I was about to leave the village until I heard a familiar female voice

"Hey you!" I looked around and saw HER. She walked up to me with a leather helmet and her wooden sword strapped to her back "I'm coming with you." I scoffed and tried to brush her off but she wouldn't budge. "I'm one to seek adventure and mystery, and you seem to be full of it!" She raised her blocky hand "Keira Anderson." She smiled as I hesitantly shook her hand "Phillip Sanders, but you can call me phil." I gave in and notioned her to come along, she gasped and squealed as she skipped alongside me, a cursed individual...