Kahl glared the Viny, who ignored who stare. "Come on, it's up here. Just around those trees," he stated, pointing toward a large scatter of cherry blossom trees that loomed over the dirt paths.
"Take me back, this instance. I do not want to be here, I know you are trying to trick me to do something ridiculous and crucial, I will not waste m-" Viny put a finger to his lips, and shook his head.
"This isn't a trick, he really is back. I have no idea what the fuck I did with these," he gestured down to his hands, "but it worked. Your brother is back, and he wants to see you."
"He is dead, Viny. You most likely imagined him, there is not one way he could come back into this realm. Even with magic, he was banished, killed off." Kahl informed, making Viny slump a little.
"It wasn't an imagination, I know. It was him, he smiled at me. That amazing smile that held so much beauty it interlaced with the angels, Kahl. I could not imagine a thing like him, promise me." Viny explained, looking at Kahl with hopeful eyes.
Kahl sighed, and nodded his head down the path, making Viny smile and grab him along.
There is no way he is alive, there is no way.
"We are here, come." He gestured towards the trap door that led down what looked like a never ending black hole. Kahl passed him a questioning look, but he shrugged it off. "Don't worry, it's a magic door. It only takes a few seconds if you have my permission, if you don't...Well, you know." Viny chuckled a little, but saluted before jumping down. He disappeared in a flash, making Kahl scramble to glance over the edge.
Kahl bit his lip, and weighed his options. If I jump down, I might see my dead brother again. But, if I run away, I will never see him again, but I won't have to deal with this.
"Oh, Hell is waiting for me anyway." Kahl whispered before falling into the gaping black hole, hoping to see his once dead brother.
Preferably alive now, as some say.
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The King's Weep I
FantasíaFor when the kingdom had known they lost their king to evil, and the snow fell as silently as ever, not phased. 'N-am putut alerga sau mers pe jos, el a luat de mână și ma iubit,' is what he whispered to the fateful child where he wept. The ch...