Essence of Ezra

Deadly Pale

“Ezra… you have deemed him unfit of living, haven’t you? Kill him.”

With the knife in hand, I struck out at him, aiming at him stomach. As the blood before to soak into his white robes, he stared dumbfounded at me. He struck back, slapping me in the face. I growled at him before lunging at him. I drove the knife deep into his right lung, digging my nails into his chest to send waves of shadowfrost through him. He collapsed to the floor as soon as I pulled the knife out of his lung. Like a fizzy drink, giggles bubbled up in me as I forced the knife into his chest over and over. Nurses rushed into the room to see what the laughter was about… too late for him though. He was slain by my hand and I was overjoyed.

“Ezra, leave now and go get cleaned up. We will need to look clean when you see your fathers again.”

“As you wish…”

I calmly walked out, leaving the knife and death in my wake. I treaded down to the small brook to clean my face. Orlowe showed his face in the reflection of the water. His face a rugged with years of battle. A braided beard hung proudly on his chin. Where his right eye should have been, a black void took its place. He appeared to be blind in his other eyes as it was clouded over in a thick white haze. I cringed away from the water’s edge and got up to wander back to our tent.

“Ezra, you fought well back there. I didn’t even have to help.”

Cold winds whipped around me. I shivered, praying no one would be home when I got there. For some reason I couldn’t remember every detail of attacking that man. Seeing as I was there for the while fight, I could not for the life of me remember. My feet carried me the way home after I zoned out. My hands dressed me as they had countless times before. I welcomed the routine of getting into bed as I welcomed the black void of darkness that would follow.